Werewolf Sings the Blues by Jennifer Harlow Page A

sparking my motor to life. Maybe I should reinstitute Project Rollercoaster. The blushing virgin routine is tantalizing for damn sure. I have cured one or two men of that affliction in my time when I felt like a challenge. Most of the time I go for the cocky, smooth type. Less work. Still …
    I apprize my naked body and grimace. He’s right, I am too skinny. I can count my ribs, my stomach’s concave, and I’ve definitely gone down to an A-cup. Not to mention the bruises from last night, the semi-brother factor, and I’m not a hundred percent sure he’s into me. Hell, I’m not even sure he likes me. Of course that never stopped men before. I’ll play it by ear. I put on my tiny yellow polka-dot bikini, emphasis on tiny , and check for coverage. Thank God for cardio kickboxing. I may resemble Olive Oyl, if she had toned legs and ass. If this doesn’t do it … no . Seriously, what the hell am I thinking? No, it’s too complicated, which I avoid like a child does a trip to the doctor. We—
    When I open the door, and Jason sets eyes on me, second thoughts about aborting the plan overload my brain. I’d recognize that hunger anywhere, especially those ravenous eyes as his gaze moves down my body. He drinks me in, mouth opening millimeter by millimeter as his gaze moves up. I don’t have to be a werewolf to smell his lust from here. Well, one question answered. Fuck it. Rollercoaster’s a go.
    â€œLike it?” I ask, caressing the strap of the top. “I always wanted an itsy bitsy, teeny weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini. Just hope it doesn’t fall off like in the song.”
    He tears his eyes off my flesh. “Um, yeah.”
    I smile to myself and reach back into the bathroom for a towel. “You gonna need a towel too?”
    â€œUm, no.”
    â€œToo bad.” I turn back to him with a grin. “I’m dying to see if you’re a boxers or briefs man.” My eyes graze his crotch, which is bulging more than it was before. “Of course I’m sure I’ll find out eventually. Ready to guard my body, Blondie?”
    As we meander down the hall, I make sure to walk ahead of him and sway my hips a little. I may not have much, but I do know how to use what I do. I don’t glance back all the way down the hall, but I’d bet even money his eyes don’t leave my swishing ass. If you got it, flaunt it.
    The pool is small and missing a few tiles, but the water’s clear. We’re the only people out here enjoying the desert evening, but in the room right across it sounds like someone’s auditioning for a porno. Mood music. As I lay my towel on the lounge chair, Jason keeps glancing at the room. Though the only light comes from the glow of the pool, I can tell he’s blushing again. I love it. “Someone’s having fun,” I say. “Or doing a very good job at faking it.” I wink, and his eyes immediately avert down.
    I wade into the pool and let out a deep sigh. The water’s amazing against my hot skin. There’s nothing like a cool pool on a hot summer night. “Holy shit, Blondie, you need to get in here. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
    â€œNo, thank you,” he says from his seat.
    â€œWhat if I promise not to look when you undress? Cross my heart?” I say as I physically do it.
    â€œI’m fine.”
    â€œYour loss, handsome.” I just float on my back for a few seconds, staring up at the stars and moon just peeking out. I never get to see them in California. The moon is especially gorgeous as a wispy cloud passes across it. I don’t think I’ll ever look at a full moon the same again. “Does it hurt when you change into a werewolf?”
    â€œYes. Very much so.”
    â€œDo you walk on two legs or four?”
    â€œFour. We resemble wolves in every way except size. We’re bigger.”
    â€œHuh. I always liked wolves. Saw one in