ROMANCE: SHIFTER: Shifter to the Max Collection (Dragon, Bear, Wolf and Panther Shifter Romances) (Paranormal Fantasy Romance Collection) by C.J. Ayers Page B
Authors: C.J. Ayers
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to transfer money from her savings to her checking account yesterday after getting home. Her savings were almost completely gone now. A couple hundred dollars and she'd be dead broke.
She watched Jakob pace outside the shop. He sent tingles up her spine, even as he stalked her. She couldn't stay in here all morning. She stepped outside. "Are you following me again?"
"Yes." Jakob watched for her reaction. He didn't want her running off again, but he also refused to lie. There was weakness in lying, and Jakob was not a weak man.
"Why?" she demanded.
Jakob shrugged. "Because you're my mate."
His mate? Was he for real? However...the words sounded strange, but also right. She'd dreamt of him last night. It had been very vivid, charged with a sexuality almost as unreal as the muscles under his clothes.
"I want to explain about yesterday," Jakob said. "When I asked for companionship, I only meant the pleasure of your company." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "In a public place," he added. "I only wanted to talk to you."
"Why?" Sabrina asked. She couldn't believe a man like this would have anything much to say to her. He was obviously wealthy. The suit he wore today was just as nice as the one he'd worn yesterday.
Jakob could not believe how beautiful yet how stubborn this woman was. He knew she felt what he did. Why was she resisting? "I told you. You're my mate." Sabrina's heart thumped. "Let me take you to dinner," he said. "Tonight. I want you to know me."
Sabrina felt herself giving in. "But I have work stuff," she murmured.
Jakob's eyes went black then lightened to an almost unnatural degree of light blue. Sabrina saw flecks of white and silver that she'd missed the other day. "This is more important," he said. "It's the weekend anyway."
She couldn't fight the electricity that ran over her skin just being near him. In this moment, her brain and heart wanted the same thing, and she gave in. "Alright," she said, and gave him her address.
Chapter 5
Sabrina double checked herself in the mirror. Her dress was tight and showed off every voluptuous curve of her body. She especially liked the way her breasts rounded out to form a nice line of cleavage skinny chicks could never get without implants.
The light green of her dress highlighted the deeper green of her eyes, and she added a dash of red to her lips before pressing them onto a napkin to blot the excess. The bell rang and Sabrina's heart almost gave out. She ran down the hall of her apartment and slipped into some black heels before adjusting herself one last time.
Jakob stood outside the door, flowers in hand, feeling silly. The typical courting rituals weren't usually done when you found your mate. They weren't necessary. Mates instinctively knew they were supposed to be together, and things like dating were usually skipped. Marriage took place, then children.
Sabrina was making this more difficult than it should be, but he also found that to be something fascinating about her. He felt as though he already knew her, yet he could not wrap his mind around exactly what made her tick. She infuriated him in ways no woman ever had. Jakob had become accustomed to getting his way, especially with women, and now he found himself having to work for Sabrina's affection. It aroused him like nothing ever had.
"So you're not a model?" Sabrina asked after they'd been seated. The restaurant they were in was too fancy. Sabrina shifted in her seat. At the table next to them, a woman in a Valentino dress drank Dom Pérignon like it was water.
Jakob laughed. It was a rich sound that made her body itch to touch more than just his hand.
"No. I suppose you could call me an entrepreneur. I own several companies, and buy other companies that I think will make me more money."
"That sounds boring," Sabrina said. She shuffled her hands nervously. She didn't like the idea of wealth. Despite the money her family had, she'd never been comfortable with it. Having money always made you want
She watched Jakob pace outside the shop. He sent tingles up her spine, even as he stalked her. She couldn't stay in here all morning. She stepped outside. "Are you following me again?"
"Yes." Jakob watched for her reaction. He didn't want her running off again, but he also refused to lie. There was weakness in lying, and Jakob was not a weak man.
"Why?" she demanded.
Jakob shrugged. "Because you're my mate."
His mate? Was he for real? However...the words sounded strange, but also right. She'd dreamt of him last night. It had been very vivid, charged with a sexuality almost as unreal as the muscles under his clothes.
"I want to explain about yesterday," Jakob said. "When I asked for companionship, I only meant the pleasure of your company." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "In a public place," he added. "I only wanted to talk to you."
"Why?" Sabrina asked. She couldn't believe a man like this would have anything much to say to her. He was obviously wealthy. The suit he wore today was just as nice as the one he'd worn yesterday.
Jakob could not believe how beautiful yet how stubborn this woman was. He knew she felt what he did. Why was she resisting? "I told you. You're my mate." Sabrina's heart thumped. "Let me take you to dinner," he said. "Tonight. I want you to know me."
Sabrina felt herself giving in. "But I have work stuff," she murmured.
Jakob's eyes went black then lightened to an almost unnatural degree of light blue. Sabrina saw flecks of white and silver that she'd missed the other day. "This is more important," he said. "It's the weekend anyway."
She couldn't fight the electricity that ran over her skin just being near him. In this moment, her brain and heart wanted the same thing, and she gave in. "Alright," she said, and gave him her address.
Chapter 5
Sabrina double checked herself in the mirror. Her dress was tight and showed off every voluptuous curve of her body. She especially liked the way her breasts rounded out to form a nice line of cleavage skinny chicks could never get without implants.
The light green of her dress highlighted the deeper green of her eyes, and she added a dash of red to her lips before pressing them onto a napkin to blot the excess. The bell rang and Sabrina's heart almost gave out. She ran down the hall of her apartment and slipped into some black heels before adjusting herself one last time.
Jakob stood outside the door, flowers in hand, feeling silly. The typical courting rituals weren't usually done when you found your mate. They weren't necessary. Mates instinctively knew they were supposed to be together, and things like dating were usually skipped. Marriage took place, then children.
Sabrina was making this more difficult than it should be, but he also found that to be something fascinating about her. He felt as though he already knew her, yet he could not wrap his mind around exactly what made her tick. She infuriated him in ways no woman ever had. Jakob had become accustomed to getting his way, especially with women, and now he found himself having to work for Sabrina's affection. It aroused him like nothing ever had.
"So you're not a model?" Sabrina asked after they'd been seated. The restaurant they were in was too fancy. Sabrina shifted in her seat. At the table next to them, a woman in a Valentino dress drank Dom Pérignon like it was water.
Jakob laughed. It was a rich sound that made her body itch to touch more than just his hand.
"No. I suppose you could call me an entrepreneur. I own several companies, and buy other companies that I think will make me more money."
"That sounds boring," Sabrina said. She shuffled her hands nervously. She didn't like the idea of wealth. Despite the money her family had, she'd never been comfortable with it. Having money always made you want
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