A Handful of Wolf by Sofia Grey Page A

“Can’t blame me for trying. I still think we’d be good together.” He leaned closer as he spoke and draped his arm over her chair. The back of her neck tingled and she lifted a hand to rub it, lifting her gaze at the same time. Sasha stood inside the doorway, a trolley of covered dishes by his side, his angry stare fixed on her. Shit . The very situation she’d tried to avoid. Judging by Sasha’s clean black apron, he was now helping with the service. Damn and buggering hell. Phillip was clearly oblivious to Sasha’s fury and carried on talking to Megan although she had no idea what he said.
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    Sasha’s first idea was to walk up to Megan, rip the guy’s arm off and beat him to death with the bloody end. Thankfully he managed to keep his wolf under control. Just. With his wolf snarling and ready to pounce, Sasha sucked in a harsh breath and stepped forward. “Is he bothering you again , Megan?”
    The asshole—Phillip—looked up, disbelief on his face.
    “You?” His gaze took in Sasha’s wait staff apron, and a sneering grin broke over his face. Sasha longed to rub it off. Preferably with something blunt and heavy. “Your lapdog’s back, Megan. Would you like me to kick him out for you?”
    Sasha recognized it had the potential to erupt into another fight, a rerun of the evening before. Common sense warred with instinct. Calling him a lapdog ? The man would bleed for that insult alone. His hands fisted at his sides, hot anger sweeping through him. How he’d love to follow this bastard home and wait outside his door in wolf form.
    Megan’s voice broke into his simmering rage. “That’s enough, Phillip.” She wriggled free from his arm and stood up. Sasha was momentarily distracted by the sight of her heaving chest beneath the toffee colored shiny fabric, and the two pink spots high in her cheeks. “I want to talk to both of you, please. Outside.” She stalked into the hallway and the men followed.
    “Pack it in.” Megan’s voice was cold and she stood there, arms folded, giving off a clear do-not-touch vibe. “This dinner is important to my dad and I won’t let the pair of you wreck it.” Her eyes flashed fire, first at Phillip and then at Sasha. “I’m not a bone for you to fight over like a pair of rowdy dogs.” Sasha’s wolf growled at the slur but she hadn’t finished. “Either behave like adults or take your posturing outside.”
    The asshole smirked some more. “It’s sweet that you have an admirer, Megan, but are you sure he’s not stalking you?”
    Sasha growled, he couldn’t help it, and Megan turned to him, her eyebrows raised. He just shrugged, unwilling to speak until he had his wolf under control again.
    “Phillip, that’s insulting to us both. Sasha’s a friend of mine and offered to help out in the kitchen since they were short. And for the record, I didn’t know you were invited until we got here today.”
    “What?” He looked puzzled. “Alex said you wanted me to come, but you were embarrassed about your ‘friend’ attacking me last night.” Sasha pushed down hard on the growl that threatened to burst free. This asshole was two steps away from a trip to Casualty.
    Megan’s lips tightened. “I’ll kill him,” she muttered. “He’s gone too far this time.” She paused, her eyes staring into the distance for a moment, and then snapped her attention to Phillip. “Thanks for the help with Mahmoud. I’m going now, so he’s all yours.” She was? Sasha’s wolf pushed at him but he stood still. “Sasha.” She gave him a glimmer of a smile. “I need to go tell my dad that I’m done for tonight, then I’ll come find you.” He opened his mouth to tell her he’d stay right there, and she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you don’t need to say it. Stay here, and I’ll be right back. Okay?”
    Sasha nodded, not taking his eyes off the asshole. The guy must have had a death wish, for when Megan slipped back into the dining room, he waited too, and spoke as soon