for me. Jack jumped out and ran over to hold the door open as I stepped outside.
The coast was clear, as far as I could tell. The sleazebags hadn’t followed us. I wondered if they knew where I lived. Since they appeared to be stalking me at the restaurant, anything was possible. We moved inside the building, climbed the stairs and came to a stop in front of my door.
“I had a wonderful time.”
“Me too,” I said, still clutching my handbag in front of me--it had to look as if I took a somewhat guarded stance with him.
I gazed into his eyes. I wanted to invite him in and rip his clothes off, but it was too soon. I couldn’t jump into bed with him without a chance for a relationship. And he must have felt the same way, because he didn’t ask me to come to his place, either. Moistening my lips, I waited for the goodnight kiss I hoped would soon come. I’d had a taste of how delectable Jack was, and I wanted another sampling.
“Thank you for tonight. For picking out such a terrific place. The food was great.”
“Thanks for dinner.” How long could we stand like that, staring and offering cordial exchanges? Finally, he leaned in and fixed his lips on mine, giving me another taste of his sweet mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing the small of my back, tracing tiny circles over my skin. My entire body relaxed against his as I ran my hand through his hair. It would be hard to fall asleep after tasting him and feeling his body pressed to mine.
After he moved away, I bit my lip to keep my excitement at bay. His kisses could quickly become addictive.
On the other side of my door, Jennifer talked to the television. At least, I guessed the TV. Whatever she watched must have been good, because her voice became louder by the second. Unfortunately, Jack took her conversation antics as a cue to let me go.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, neighbor.” He leaned in and gave me one last delicious kiss. The tingle from his lips lingered.
A besotted giggle escaped me in spite of my efforts to hold it in.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Did that mean another rendezvous? He watched as I stepped into the apartment and closed the door. Maybe I should have invited him in and shown Jennifer I didn’t sabotage dates. Only two more left. Bummer.
Chapter 6
How to Date a Werewolf Rule # 6:
“On the prowl” isn’t a good way to describe looking for a date.
“Oh, oh. Come here quick. You gotta see this.” Jennifer waved me over to the spot next to her on the sofa and patted the cushion.
“What is it? A natural disaster? A fire? A terrorist attack?” I hurried over.
“Look how cute Jason is. He’s adorable. Isn’t he the best? I love him.”
“What?” I plopped down beside her and curled my legs up under me.
“You have to see the ghost footage they captured too. It’s amazing. Anyone who says there is no such thing as ghosts needs to watch this. They caught an apparition on their infrared camera. What more proof does anyone need?”
“What? I thought you had something serious to tell me.”
“It is serious. It’s a flippin’ ghost, is what it is. This is important stuff.” She poked me with her elbow. “ Ghost Hunters is on, you know… Ghost Hunters with Jason and Grant. Jay is so cute with his bald head. Makes me just want to rub it for good luck, or something.”
“Or something? I hope you mean rub his bald head.” I snorted.
“Of course. Get your mind out of the gutter. He’s married.” She shot me a dirty look.
“You have a little pet name for the guy on TV? You really need to get out more. He’s not your type. I thought you said you liked short guys. Jason is not short.”
“I like tall, bald guys too.”
“So what you’re saying is all men are your type.” I snickered.
She stuck out her tongue. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. Be quiet, I’m missing the show. Oh, oh. Look.” Popcorn spewed from her hands and scattered about as she flailed. “That is a ghost.
The coast was clear, as far as I could tell. The sleazebags hadn’t followed us. I wondered if they knew where I lived. Since they appeared to be stalking me at the restaurant, anything was possible. We moved inside the building, climbed the stairs and came to a stop in front of my door.
“I had a wonderful time.”
“Me too,” I said, still clutching my handbag in front of me--it had to look as if I took a somewhat guarded stance with him.
I gazed into his eyes. I wanted to invite him in and rip his clothes off, but it was too soon. I couldn’t jump into bed with him without a chance for a relationship. And he must have felt the same way, because he didn’t ask me to come to his place, either. Moistening my lips, I waited for the goodnight kiss I hoped would soon come. I’d had a taste of how delectable Jack was, and I wanted another sampling.
“Thank you for tonight. For picking out such a terrific place. The food was great.”
“Thanks for dinner.” How long could we stand like that, staring and offering cordial exchanges? Finally, he leaned in and fixed his lips on mine, giving me another taste of his sweet mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing the small of my back, tracing tiny circles over my skin. My entire body relaxed against his as I ran my hand through his hair. It would be hard to fall asleep after tasting him and feeling his body pressed to mine.
After he moved away, I bit my lip to keep my excitement at bay. His kisses could quickly become addictive.
On the other side of my door, Jennifer talked to the television. At least, I guessed the TV. Whatever she watched must have been good, because her voice became louder by the second. Unfortunately, Jack took her conversation antics as a cue to let me go.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, neighbor.” He leaned in and gave me one last delicious kiss. The tingle from his lips lingered.
A besotted giggle escaped me in spite of my efforts to hold it in.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Did that mean another rendezvous? He watched as I stepped into the apartment and closed the door. Maybe I should have invited him in and shown Jennifer I didn’t sabotage dates. Only two more left. Bummer.
Chapter 6
How to Date a Werewolf Rule # 6:
“On the prowl” isn’t a good way to describe looking for a date.
“Oh, oh. Come here quick. You gotta see this.” Jennifer waved me over to the spot next to her on the sofa and patted the cushion.
“What is it? A natural disaster? A fire? A terrorist attack?” I hurried over.
“Look how cute Jason is. He’s adorable. Isn’t he the best? I love him.”
“What?” I plopped down beside her and curled my legs up under me.
“You have to see the ghost footage they captured too. It’s amazing. Anyone who says there is no such thing as ghosts needs to watch this. They caught an apparition on their infrared camera. What more proof does anyone need?”
“What? I thought you had something serious to tell me.”
“It is serious. It’s a flippin’ ghost, is what it is. This is important stuff.” She poked me with her elbow. “ Ghost Hunters is on, you know… Ghost Hunters with Jason and Grant. Jay is so cute with his bald head. Makes me just want to rub it for good luck, or something.”
“Or something? I hope you mean rub his bald head.” I snorted.
“Of course. Get your mind out of the gutter. He’s married.” She shot me a dirty look.
“You have a little pet name for the guy on TV? You really need to get out more. He’s not your type. I thought you said you liked short guys. Jason is not short.”
“I like tall, bald guys too.”
“So what you’re saying is all men are your type.” I snickered.
She stuck out her tongue. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. Be quiet, I’m missing the show. Oh, oh. Look.” Popcorn spewed from her hands and scattered about as she flailed. “That is a ghost.
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