Delia & The Werewolf
~ SHORT SEDUCTIONS | STORY 2 ~
Luke was playing Delia for a fool. He was using her. She’d nearly fallen into his trap. The realization that she was too obvious hit her. She was doing a terrible job of hiding her exhaustion and stress.
He probably sensed it the way a wolf sensed a lame animal. She was his prey and he was stalking her, had been since that very first meeting, and here, in a weakened state with a couple of drinks added to the mix she nearly caved to his tricks.
“There’s no need to leave the bottle,” Delia snapped.
“Leave it.” Luke stared at the waitress.
“Yes, sir.” After placing fresh glasses on the table as well as a small bucket of ice, the waitress served them both drinks and cleared away the old glasses. She stepped back and closed the curtain once again.
Delia turned to Luke, glaring. “Just who do you—”
He shoved the tiny table off to the side and lunged forward, pushing Delia back against the leather. “Shut up. For the love of God, woman, just relax.” His lips came to hers in a searing hot kiss, and her mind tumbled into an abyss.