ball hung in the center of the dance floor, and the colors from the other light machines reflected off it, sending colored light to every space in the room. The bass of the music blasted out of the speakers and vibrated through her body, and she began to question her decision to leave the comfort of her apartment.
Her bear grunted, as if to say I told you so, and Layla rolled her eyes. Her bear wanted sex as much as she did, and hadn’t complained until they’d surveyed the patrons in the club. There wasn’t a man in the place that appealed to either of them.
Maybe I’m being too picky?
She scanned the room again, mentally noting each man’s imperfections, and frowned. At five feet, eleven inches tall, not many human men measured up to her ideal height for a man, and the few shifters in the place were already taken. It didn’t matter though, because most shifters gave her a wide berth.
It was one of the reasons she avoided serious relationships, and instead, occasionally sought out one night stands. Human men were intimidated by her strength, but it angered most shifter males. They wanted to protect and fuck females, and as soon as they figured out that she didn’t need protection, even for a one-night stand, they usually left her frustrated and unsatisfied.
The only shifters whom she didn’t repel were the clan Enforcers, and that probably had something to do with her brother. Logan was the Lead Enforcer for the clan and though she wasn’t part of his team, he’d been teaching her how to fight since they were kids.
“Hey, beautiful.”
Layla turned to see her longtime friend, Danny, standing behind her.
Danny was also a shifter, and although he couldn’t be classified as weak, he wasn’t an alpha. He’d never measure up to the clan Enforcers. That hadn’t mattered to her, though. What had mattered was he’d never been jealous of her strength.
He was an inch shorter than her, with a medium build and green eyes that didn’t seem real. He wasn’t cover model material, but he was attractive, and if she didn’t already know how it felt to kiss him, she would have pounced.
Unfortunately, she did know. They’d gone out a couple of times last year, and after their first kiss, she’d hastily moved him into the friend zone.
She’d had better chemistry with strangers.
“Hey, Danny. How are you?”
“Good. What are you doing here alone?” he asked.
As if he didn’t know.
“I’m looking for someone,” she said.
“Someone to fuck?”
His blunt words made her pause, and she assessed him more carefully. Either he’d been in the club longer than she’d realized, or he’d started the party before he’d arrived.
“Yeah,” she admitted. “Who did you come with?”
“A couple guys from work, but they took off.”
“How are you getting home?”
As much as she didn’t want to take care of him, she didn’t want him driving drunk, or doing something equally stupid. She’d take him home if he needed a ride.
“Why? Are you worried about me?” he asked, taking a step closer.
“Of course,” she said. “Drunk driving is dangerous. You could get yourself, or worse, someone else, killed. It’s also illegal and against clan rules.”
“Always the protector,” he sneered. “Don’t worry. I’ll ask the bartender to call a cab when I’m ready.”
“Okay, good,” she said, looking away.
Her bear bristled at his mocking tone, but she brushed it off. Danny was a sweet man, and a good friend. Obviously he didn’t handle his liquor well.
“What about that guy?” he asked.
She followed his finger to a booth in the opposite corner of the room. A blond man sat alone and studied the crowd. When they made eye contact, he smiled and she melted. He was perfect.
“Oh, he’s perfect,” she said.
“You should go talk to him.”
The encouraging words were a stark contrast from his contemptuous comment moments before, and she suddenly wanted to get away from him as soon as
Her bear grunted, as if to say I told you so, and Layla rolled her eyes. Her bear wanted sex as much as she did, and hadn’t complained until they’d surveyed the patrons in the club. There wasn’t a man in the place that appealed to either of them.
Maybe I’m being too picky?
She scanned the room again, mentally noting each man’s imperfections, and frowned. At five feet, eleven inches tall, not many human men measured up to her ideal height for a man, and the few shifters in the place were already taken. It didn’t matter though, because most shifters gave her a wide berth.
It was one of the reasons she avoided serious relationships, and instead, occasionally sought out one night stands. Human men were intimidated by her strength, but it angered most shifter males. They wanted to protect and fuck females, and as soon as they figured out that she didn’t need protection, even for a one-night stand, they usually left her frustrated and unsatisfied.
The only shifters whom she didn’t repel were the clan Enforcers, and that probably had something to do with her brother. Logan was the Lead Enforcer for the clan and though she wasn’t part of his team, he’d been teaching her how to fight since they were kids.
“Hey, beautiful.”
Layla turned to see her longtime friend, Danny, standing behind her.
Danny was also a shifter, and although he couldn’t be classified as weak, he wasn’t an alpha. He’d never measure up to the clan Enforcers. That hadn’t mattered to her, though. What had mattered was he’d never been jealous of her strength.
He was an inch shorter than her, with a medium build and green eyes that didn’t seem real. He wasn’t cover model material, but he was attractive, and if she didn’t already know how it felt to kiss him, she would have pounced.
Unfortunately, she did know. They’d gone out a couple of times last year, and after their first kiss, she’d hastily moved him into the friend zone.
She’d had better chemistry with strangers.
“Hey, Danny. How are you?”
“Good. What are you doing here alone?” he asked.
As if he didn’t know.
“I’m looking for someone,” she said.
“Someone to fuck?”
His blunt words made her pause, and she assessed him more carefully. Either he’d been in the club longer than she’d realized, or he’d started the party before he’d arrived.
“Yeah,” she admitted. “Who did you come with?”
“A couple guys from work, but they took off.”
“How are you getting home?”
As much as she didn’t want to take care of him, she didn’t want him driving drunk, or doing something equally stupid. She’d take him home if he needed a ride.
“Why? Are you worried about me?” he asked, taking a step closer.
“Of course,” she said. “Drunk driving is dangerous. You could get yourself, or worse, someone else, killed. It’s also illegal and against clan rules.”
“Always the protector,” he sneered. “Don’t worry. I’ll ask the bartender to call a cab when I’m ready.”
“Okay, good,” she said, looking away.
Her bear bristled at his mocking tone, but she brushed it off. Danny was a sweet man, and a good friend. Obviously he didn’t handle his liquor well.
“What about that guy?” he asked.
She followed his finger to a booth in the opposite corner of the room. A blond man sat alone and studied the crowd. When they made eye contact, he smiled and she melted. He was perfect.
“Oh, he’s perfect,” she said.
“You should go talk to him.”
The encouraging words were a stark contrast from his contemptuous comment moments before, and she suddenly wanted to get away from him as soon as
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