Pleasure Me (11 page)
Authors: Tina Donahue
Tags: #supermodel, #Shape shifter, #Black Hills, #stalking, #werewolf, #paranormal erotic, #domestic violence, #Hollywood
“No, you bullied the bartender to get it for free, and you decided to tell me what to do. That’s not gonna happen, so disappear.” She let out a guttural growl of caution. Another unappealing whiff confirmed he was both human and grotesque. The barbarian loomed over her. “I said—”
“The lady told you to get lost.” Her new buddy managed to pull himself out of his drunken stupor and got to his feet. “Now, walk away from my friend here, or I’ll rip you from limb to limb,” Drew roared, teetering, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles whitened.
The gargantuan crowded over Drew and gave a vicious glower. He was no less than an entire foot taller than him with shoulders double his own width. Klaya glanced down. The tyrant’s feet were twice the size of Drew’s.
This will not end well
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“Boys,” she grumbled and stood. Inserting herself as a barricade between the pending collision of testosterone, she glared up at her unwanted suitor. “There’s no need to cause a scene.”
“Then you’ll have the drink?”
“No.” She crossed her arms and lifted her chin.
Without warning, the man shot his right fist out over Klaya’s shoulder. A loud crack behind her was followed by a heavy thud on the floor.
A quick glance revealed her newfound friend out cold. “Are you kidding me?” She fired her left knee into the huge guy’s groin, and he dropped like a sack of potatoes, gripping his crotch and wheezing.
“I can’t leave you alone for a minute,” Griffith chuckled behind her.
Klaya swung around to find her brother lifting an unconscious Drew off the floor and slinging the lad’s arm over his shoulder.
“Well, are you gonna stick around for him to retaliate, or are you gonna help me get this guy out of here before he’s used as a mop for this filthy floor?”
“Now you take issue with the cleanliness?” she scoffed.
Still on his knees, Jimmy grabbed her wrist as she turned to follow her brother. She tugged out of his grasp, curled her fingers in and gave a hard pummel to his nose. Cro-Magnon man dropped flat on his back.
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