Author: Lora Leigh
Category: Paranormal
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She stared at him, wide eyed. “What does he want? God, Cullen, we’ve barely spoken. He flirts a little. His buddy, that damned Vanderale heir they’ve let run amok, pays more attention to me than Breaker does.”
“I don’t fucking care what he wants,” he informed her furiously. “Get your ass out there tonight, Gypsy, and by God give it to him, or find a way to make him stop wanting it. Either way, get him off the fucking radar before someone decides to find out why one little party girl is so MIA that even the Breeds can’t find her.”
She stifled a groan.
The Commander was hot as hell. He did things to her libido that should be outlawed. That didn’t mean she had time for this. No matter how eager certain other parties were for her to establish a closer, though nonsexual, relationship with him.
This was just uncalled for, though. She was tired. She wanted to sleep.
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“Cullen . . .”
“Don’t Cullen me.” As he jackknifed in his seat, his glare took on a whole new meaning as pure fury glittered in his eyes and deepened his voice. “Get it done. Tonight. Or kiss this little side job of yours good-bye. You’ll definitely be relegated to the damned phones, on midnight shift, for the next year if it’s not taken care of. Now.”
Fuck.
She really wanted to sleep tonight.
But she really, really liked her little side job too, dammit.
“Fine, tonight,” she muttered, wondering what the hell had happened to her little world while she was gone. “But I don’t see how any of this is my damned fault. I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re not five,” he pointed out sarcastically.
“Then stop reminding me of what it felt like to be blamed when I didn’t do it,” she informed him pointedly. “I was hoping to sleep tonight.”
“Sleep after you get that damned Breed off your ass.”
“I didn’t invite him to get on it, Cullen,” she protested, heading to the door.
“You did something,” he grumbled. “Whatever you did, fix it. Reject him, kiss him, fuck him, I don’t give a shit and don’t want to know about it. But make him go away.”
She slammed the door on the last order.
Dammit, she really wanted to sleep.
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Sometimes, it just didn’t pay a man or a Breed to make a decision, Rule decided as he lounged against the bar at yet another honky-tonk on the list of known clubs Gypsy often found herself at.
Knowing he’d finally caught up with her hadn’t helped his mood, or his irritation. She’d eluded him for a week and he was growing tired of waiting for her to get her ass back to town.
Rule was beginning to think he was going to have to actually chase her down if he was ever going to see her again.
A week between sightings was too damned long a wait, especially once he’d made up his mind to have her.
After going without the sight of her the past week, he was as antsy as an addict needing a fix and wondering if he should worry about that reaction.
And that just pissed him off.
Maybe he just had an addictive personality, he thought as he watched her and several of her friends stroll purposely onto the dance floor.
She was preparing to dance, and God bless her heart but she could turn grown men into slavering animals hungry to fuck whenever she danced.
The smell of their lust never failed to cause him to glower at any male unlucky enough to catch his gaze.
Maybe he was just too damned used to finding her whenever he wanted to.
Hell, he’d watched her practically grow up.