2#Unlikely Mates: BBW Shifter/Vampire Romance Read Online Free PDF

booth alongside them. They were good looking, in a preppy
kind of way and somewhere in their mid twenties. The guy that had spoken had
his eyes fixed on Elisabeth. “You should let your hair down. Undo the top
button of your blouse.” He licked his lips, his eyes dipping to her breasts.
“Join us for a chat.” He winked suggestively.
    “Not
interested.” She rolled her eyes at Becky. “Where were we? Oh yeah, if you’ve
changed your mind then we can get the salads to go. It’s only half past six so
I’m sure he’ll still be there. Probably thinks you’re just running late.”
    Becky
shook her head. “I sent him a message after the second missed call. It was
while you were in the bathroom before we left. I let him know that I’m not
coming. I asked him to go.”
    “We’ll
join you ladies then?” It was the other guy this time, his eyes were on Becky.
    She
so didn’t need this.
    “You
heard my friend, we’re not interested. Please leave us alone.” Becky said while
looking back at Elisabeth.
    “We’re
snipers.” The bozo grinned wildly like the fact that he could shoot a gun would
have her pulling down her panties. Then again, she didn’t have any panties to
pull down. That fact annoyed her.
     “Leave
us alone.” Becky said, raising her voice for emphasis.
    “Do
you even know what a sniper is?” The other bozo asked.
    “We
know.” Elisabeth sighed. “We just don’t care.”
    “Look,”
the bozo that had been interested in Becky just seconds before narrowed his
eyes at her. “We’re out of your league. We fuck chicks that are way hotter all
the time. She”—he gestured at Elisabeth—“needs a bit of make-up and the carrot
removed from her ass. And you only have one thing going for you, a descent pair
of titties. Now get your fat ass over here and be thankful we’re even talking
to you.”
    “What
did you just say to her?” A deep, familiar voice sounded and Ross stepped up to
the table.
    Both
assholes jumped to their feet, the table rattled and their sodas spilled. “You
heard me.” The bozo said while looking at Ross from head to toe and back. An
arrogant smirk appeared on his face. He put one of his hands behind his back.
“There is a saying, the bigger they are the harder they fall. I have a loaded
gun and won’t hesitate to shoot you, motherfucker.”
    Ross
smiled, he folded his arms across his broad chest. “If, and it’s a very big if,
you were quick enough to shoot me, you had better have silver bullets in that
gun of yours. If you don’t, I will kill you straight afterwards with my bare
hands. I would like to take a bet that you don’t actually even get a chance to
get a bullet in me, silver or otherwise…”
    Bozo’s
face paled. “You’re one of them.”
    Ross
nodded once. “For the record, just because you are the type that fucks their
mother, I would appreciate it if you didn’t assume the same about the rest of
us.” Calm, cool, deadly. Becky almost had to strain to hear what Ross was
saying.
    Bozo’s
face turned red and his jaw locked but he didn’t respond. “Come on, Simon,
let’s get out of here. Those two aren’t worth it.”
    “I
really should beat you for your comments,” Griffin growled. “Would you like me
to beat them?” he asked Elisabeth.
    Her
receptionist swallowed hard and shook her head.
    The
bozo actually cowered and whimpered as they scampered away from the table and
left the diner.
    “Thanks
so much. Those guys were serious assholes,” Elisabeth said, her eyes on
Griffin. He leaned forward and whispered something into her ear which made the
normally together woman giggle.
    “I
hope you didn’t listen to anything he said.” Ross sat down next to her as he
spoke, the space suddenly felt cramped. Especially when his thigh brushed
against hers.
    She
shrugged, feeling the familiar pain. Her mother had put her on countless diets
growing up. Curvy was her natural build. Becky ate healthy most of the time.
She exercised regularly and