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room as they stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, Alisa blinked and squeaked, “That's good.”
    Tristan closed his eyes,
feeling like a bloody fool. Gramma, Ne-ma and his bear were ganging
up on him. They were messing with his head, short-circuiting his
brain so that his cock was now doing the thinking for him. He was
getting hard just standing in the same room as this human woman, who
was so vulnerable and strong at the same time. She was scared and
confused, but trying her best to put on a brave front.
    The woman had driven herself
all the way out of the city, taking with her just her phone, a map
and two bags. She had fought tooth and nail against a vicious
vampire and survived. This little human was by no means weak and
feeble. The fear and fatigue showed in her eyes, but she refused to
fall apart. Alisa Perez was strong, vulnerable and so achingly
sweet. The scent and heat of her was driving him crazy.
    “Come on. I'll show
you to your room,” Tristan said gruffly.
    When she hesitated, he took
her hand and tugged her to him. “I won't bite.”
    Liar liar, pants on fire!
    He wanted to bite her all
over. Bite, lick, suck and taste every inch of her...
    Alisa nodded and followed him
up the stairs. And from the look on her face, she didn't really
believe him either.

CHAPTER
TEN

    Alisa sat down on the edge of
the bed and stared around the room. Gramma and Ne-ma had told her
that lodgings would be provided and she could stay in one of the
rooms at the inn. She had expected to have just a small corner room,
but the room Tristan had parked her in was huge.
    Tristan had left the room to
collect her bags from his car. She pressed her palm to her lap and
tried to steady her breathing and her heartbeat. Her hand still
tingled from Tristan's touch. She liked the way he held her hand,
firm, possessive and secure. She liked being around him, and she
liked Gramma and Ne-ma a lot. She knew she was going to love it here
at Broomstick Inn, and she couldn't wait to get started. She'd
wanted to explore the kitchen right away but Gramma and Ne-ma
wouldn't hear of it. They told her there was plenty of time for that
in the morning. For tonight, all she had to do was eat, relax and
sleep.
    Her room door was ajar and
she heard Tristan's approaching footsteps. The thought that he was
going to be here in the room with her the whole night made her
nervous, excited and...horny. There, she admitted it. She was all
nerves and hormones around Tristan. Good-looking, hunky men like
Tristan made her jittery, but Tristan seemed unaware of his
smoldering looks. He could melt the panties right off any female
with that killer smile but he hadn't made any smooth moves on her.
He wasn't a peacock or a player. He didn't preen and strut and
flirt. From what she could tell, Tristan was open and honest with
his feelings. He loved his Gramma and Ne-ma, his brothers, his
family. He was fiercely protective, loyal and he was a powerful bear
shifter. She had seen his lethal, razor sharp fangs and claws but he
didn't scare her. In fact, when he was around her, he seemed kind of
confused and jumpy.
    But one thing was clear to
her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. That big bulge in his
pants didn't lie. Oh yes, she'd looked. She had eyes, and she would
use them.
    Tristan burst into the room
with her two bags and kicked the door shut behind him. He engaged
the locks and put the bags at the foot of the bed.
    A low growl rumbled from his
throat as he stared at her. The sound sent heat unfurling low in her
belly to pool between her thighs. Tristan inhaled sharply and his
eyes darkened with unmistakable desire. “I'll sleep on the
couch,” he snarled and turned away.
    Alisa stared at the small
couch at the corner of the room. His long legs would be hanging off
the side and there was no way he could be comfortable in that. She
couldn't let him sleep on the couch. He was here to protect her, and
he was her boss's grandson.
    Right. She