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Riley.  Those two are about as different as could be, “Thanks bro, I appreciate it.”

 
    “Remember, use
protection - Night.”

 
    He hangs up and I remain frozen in place, back to the
statue, all too used to the ridiculous ways my brothers try to tease me.
 But the sex joke is a new one.  I’m as virgin as they come.  I
know better than to assume that that would somehow change tonight, I have never
been the cocky kind (literally).  And I definitely don’t plan on being the
kind of guy who thinks a woman owes him anything, just because she wants a
date.

 
    I put the receiver on the hook, and figure I might as well
do some of the paperwork I’m being paid for, if anything to get the bloodflow back to my brain and away from my dick.  I’m
sure it’ll pop right back up as soon as I take a shower, and get dressed for
later, but for now, I’ll try take my mind off of it all, with some familiar
work.

 

Chapter. 6
– Riley

 
    Savannah, always the kind one, drops me off in front of
the bar.  She told me that if Avery really turns out to be the one, that I
had her full support, but I don’t even know what I’m feeling.  Avery is so
different than anything my Daddy would have picked, it
would be an uphill battle from the start.  But still, knowing I have
Savannah’s support (even if I doubt she’d be able to defend us physically until
she’s come into her abilities), means a lot, and I’ve even enjoyed some
sisterly bonding as she helped me get an outfit put together.  I kept the
biker boots and the black lace stockings (since Avery seemed to linger his eyes
there earlier), but I changed the jacket for Savannah’s, a black cardigan, and
bought a short navy colored flare dress.  It hugs at the waist, and though
it covers the goods, it gives a nice idea of my breast size.  I have every
intention of making sure he knows what’s waiting for him, if he tries to make a
move to get me in bed eventually . . . though how easily I’d fall into his bed,
seems a little strange, since I’ve only talked to the man for ten minutes.

 
    When my sister drives off, I turn to head inside the bar,
and spot about as cute as a scene as I could have imagined.  Avery is in
the back - probably trying to hide in the dark - but in front of him, on the
table, is a bouquet of lilies.  And as if my heart couldn’t melt anymore,
I see how he dressed himself up.  A button up, underneath a vest, with
khaki colored slacks.  He couldn’t fit in any less with the crowd if he
tried.  But I think that’s what’s drawing me in.  That he’s so
absolutely different than any man or werewolf I’ve met.  I can’t imagine
my father dressing like him, or (as much as he loved my mother) bringing her
flowers.  He showed his love in a different way, and so will Avery.
 If I can get him to fall for me that is.  

 
    A part of me should be hesitant, but I can’t help but be
propelled forward by some invisible force inside me.  Like one magnet, to
another, I step forward, certain of where I’m going.  Certain of where I’m
ending up, “Hello handsome.”

 
    His blue eyes bat up my way, and I’m already ready to
climb into his arms.  There’s an ache in the pit of my stomach, when my
body realizes I’m not listening to it, and instead take my own seat across from
him.  But even now, my knees are so close to his, that it wouldn’t be hard
to brush up against him a little, “Miss
me?”

 
    Avery smiles, and looks down, and I want to ruffle that
carefully brushed hair a little.  He looks like he just took a shower, and
it dried into a perfect coif with no hint of the slight waves that I adored
earlier today.  I prefer to imagine him au natural with those waves
rocking back and forth on top of me, but I need to keep it together a little
bit.  We are in a public space after all.  When he returns his
attention to me, he almost shyly pushes the flowers towards me, “I got these for you, I hope you