The Werewolf Wears Prada (Entangled Covet) (San Francisco Wolf Pack) by Kristin Miller Page A

she could dry and style her hair. According to Gabriel, the affair was black tie. Formal.
    Eager to glam up for someone who might actually show up for their date, Melina blow-dried and teased her hair, twisting and pulling the strands until they sat on top of her head. She applied her makeup—shimmering blue on the eyes, and glossy nude on the lips—and then stepped into a designer dress she’d never worn. It was strapless, silky cerulean blue, and flared at the knee. The best part wasn’t the color or the material, although both were equally gorgeous. It was the layer upon layer of faux peacock feathers at the bottom that made the dress runway glam.
    A honk outside the apartment had Melina peeling apart her living room curtains. A canary-yellow Camaro waited at the curb in front of her building. Leaning against the driver’s door, Gabriel was an image of composed sophistication in a black-and-white tux.
    Frantically hopping into her pair of gold Jimmy Choos and snatching her matching clutch off the closet door handle, Melina exited the building and strode toward Ashbury.
    As she approached her date, Melina eyed him carefully. He was handsome. There was no denying it. If she had to guess his ethnicity, she would’ve said he was Greek, with thick dark hair, big round eyes, and full lips.
    “You look great,” he said, meeting her at the back of the car. “Like a million bucks.”
    “Thanks.” She grinned, remembering the discount she’d gotten on the eight-thousand-dollar designer dress. Maybe she should start a local off-the-runway online company—a place to borrow and exchange dresses like this for discounted prices. Only they wouldn’t be ordered online and shipped. They’d be in-store. Where women could come in and try them on and return them after events such as these. “Nice ride.”
    “Chicks dig it.”
    Yeah, she bet.
    Gabriel may’ve been suave, but he was kind of a tool. Especially if he referred to women as chicks.
    As he led her around to the passenger side, he reached for the handle, and then stopped. He turned, staring down Ashbury one direction before the other. His nostrils flared and his shoulders pulled back. He looked as if he was taking some sort of challenging stance, but that wouldn’t make sense, would it?
    “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    “Nothing. Just thought I…saw someone I knew.”
    He sounded as if he was about to say something else. Melina slid into the car, and checked everything out as he walked around the hood. The interior had a deliciously new smell, and was oiled and clean, as if it’d been driven right off the lot.
    “Hayden was right,” he said as he slipped inside and brought the engine to life. “You do smell good.”
    Her mouth fell open. “He told you that?”
    “He tells me everything.” Gabriel shot her a mischievous grin. “You ready? He’s already called twice to make sure we’re on our way. He’s saving us two seats at his table.”
    The thought of spending the evening with him had her heart beating fast. Hayden, being the alluring him . “At Saks, you said you’ve known Hayden your entire life?”
    “He’s like a brother to me.” He downshifted around the corner of Haight and Asbury and made the car purr as he put his foot down to the floor. “We disagree on certain issues and have our moments, but that’s normal when you’re family.”
    Perfect person to probe for personal information to go into the article.
    She twisted her hips so that she faced him. “What’s he like?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “He’s probably the most complex guy I’ve ever met. He’s got secrets, but he won’t share them.” She gripped the oh-shit handle as he peeled around a turn. “He’s like an onion with all kinds of layers built up around him. Of all people, you ought to know what’s in his core.”
    Gabriel eyed her through the dark as they drove through the city at break-neck speed. “He’s got so much responsibility on his shoulders, it’s a