Bearlebrity: (BWWM) Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance Standalone Read Online Free PDF

what you had. But you really should be pretty stocked if you’re going to walk around on stilettos like that every night.”
    She frowned and grumbled something under her breath.
    “What was that?” he asked, smiling as he held the cup out. She took it and washed the pills down and looked up at him with simmering anger.
    “They aren’t dangerous when there aren’t assholes around,” she said. “And I don’t wear them every night.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Just specially for me because you knew I was coming?” He meant to tease, but the words seemed to hit their target, because her eyes narrowed and she looked away.
    “You did do it for me,” he said delightedly, bouncing onto her bed to sit next to her. He put an arm over her shoulder. “I’m flattered, Les.”
    “That’s not my name.”
    “I like it, though. Leslie seems so formal. Like some old British guy.”
    “It’s a girl’s name, at least in this century.”
    He shrugged. She squirmed slightly under his arm and he lifted it. “Sorry I left you in your clothes. I thought you’d kill me if I changed you.”
    She groaned. “I would have. But I think I need help to get changed now.”
    His groin rejoiced once again, and he shifted and crossed his legs to hide it. “Don’t you want to stay in bed and sleep a little longer? You’ll need the rest.”
    She sighed and looked at her leg like it was all of her problems summed up into one appendage. “I don’t think I can sleep. I need to figure things out about the bar.”
    “Like what?” he said.
    “Like who is going to run things if I can’t walk.”
    The stupid idea from last night bubbled up from inside him before he could stop it. “I could do it,” he blurted out.
    She gave him a sidelong glance, then slowly raised one beautifully arched black brow. She had a cute nose and it wrinkled adorably at him as she eyed him over. “I don’t think some spoiled Hollywood celebrity would know the first thing about working the bar.”
    He frowned. “Hey, I’m not spoiled.” He folded his arms behind his head and rested back against the headboard. “Just for that, I’m not helping you get dressed until you apologize.”
    She hung her head slightly and he immediately sat forward, feeling like shit. “I’m sorry.”
    “Hey now,” he said, slipping a finger under her chin to gently tilt her face up to his. It reminded him of what they’d done the other night, and he felt himself flush as he released her. He needed to focus, and he couldn’t focus if he was too turned on to think just by touching her.
    Damn, this woman had an effect on him that he’d never experienced before.
    He loved her chin, stubborn, pointed, at odds with her round face. She was like a little heart, surrounded by the most luscious natural curls he’d ever seen. He wanted to put his hands back in and let the curls twist around his fingers, giving them little hugs.
    But he resisted. “I was just teasing. Sorry, I’ve been told that sometimes I don’t know when it’s time to be serious.”
    “Is it that, or is it that you don’t like being serious, because then you have to feel things?” she asked astutely. He’d been walking to the wardrobe to pull out clothing for her, and he froze, because the truth struck hard, and no one had ever guessed at anything like that with him.
    And now this woman who’d barely known him a few weeks had nailed him harder than anyone else ever had.
    He turned slowly and decided on a wry smile as a response. “What can I get you?” he asked.
    She bit her lip and he felt blood rush again. Shit. This woman got under his skin, in more ways than one. He needed to run away. He also needed to bed her. He groaned.
    “Today, woman.”
    She pointed. “The blue top and the black bottoms.”
    “The soft ones?” he asked, grabbing a flowy pair of black pants that were wide-legged.
    “Yes,” she said, nodding.
    “Right,” he said. Gosh, he even liked the feel of her soft clothes. Not that