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to throw something like that out in attempts to justify his actions.
    Arianna frowned, and ducked into the car.
    As far as she was concerned, this arrangement was not made to her advantage.

Chapter Four
     
    One thing was for sure, Jayson found that the best place for people watching was the nightclubs. The crowds were dense. The action was throbbing. And when alcohol was a factor, most people forgot about their reservations and gave into their inhibitions.
    Jayson sat back in the sofa with drink in hand, just chilling as the vibrant mood overtook him. On this night, all his worries would be put on the backburner. He’d pay for it tomorrow when he returned to work, but he’d worry about that later.
    The couch dipped beside him and he knew someone had joined him. The tantalizing scent of a woman stirred under his nose.
    “Hello, stranger. Need some company?”
    He opened his eyes and took in her appearance with a slow roving gaze. “Depends.”
    She moved closer, crossing her legs toward him. “You looked lonely…and you’re pretty cute. I thought I’d stop by.”
    “Your name?” he asked, placing his drink on the table in front of them.
    “Carly.” Her breasts fell forward, pushing against her top as she leaned in.
    “Carly…are you sure you want my company?”
    She raised an eyebrow. “Should I be forewarned?”
    He slid his hand behind her head and bent low to draw on her human scent. “Maybe. I can be quite an animal…at times.”
    She lifted her neck. “I like it rough.”
    Carly was too vulnerable. These were the types he avoided at all costs. No matter how nerve wracking, he actually enjoyed a good chase once in a while. After all, he was wolf.
    The full moon tonight did not help his raging appetite for carnal pleasure. She placed her hands on his groin, rubbing him through his jeans.
    He growled, lifted her hand, and placed it on her own thigh. “I can see that you’re not very patient.”
    “I can’t really help it,” she whispered. “You feel so good.” She rubbed her breasts against his arm.
    Just as he was about to wrap his hand around her waist to move her in closer, he saw her.
    Arianna Klein.
    She was seated at the bar talking to a man on the stool next to her.
    Jayson’s awareness set in and his hands went lax against the female as his nostrils flared and ears perked up.
    “Excuse me,” he said to Carly, and promptly dismissed himself.
    He barely heard her protest as he left the security of the warm couch and his drink behind. It took him seconds to cross the distance to reach the bar on the other side of the room.
    Arianna didn’t notice him right away because her back was facing him, but the guy who was with her did.
    Jayson scowled. Who was this guy? And what was he doing with Arianna?
    The guy must have sensed his silent threat because he got up, leaving the seat empty beside her.
    Arianna spun around on her stool, and her eyes widened just a bit when she saw him.
    The music seemed to halt as he took her in. She was dressed to the T in a dark royal blue dress and shining silver jewelry that seemed to sparkle like the disco balls that hung from the ceiling. Her dark brown hair was curled and flowed slightly past her shoulders. Her skin looked flawless and succulent like milk chocolate. What he’d always truly admired about Arianna was that she didn’t have to cover herself in pesky makeup and faux adornments to look as stunning as she did tonight.
    Her lips parted. “Jayson.”
    The same heavy, but potent underlying scent that told him she was his mate was the same one which alerted him that her blood was tainted with alcohol.
    He looked down at the shot glass between her fingers. “How many vodka shots have you turned up tonight?”
    “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not my father?” was her quick reply.
    To illustrate her rebellious nature, she lifted the glass to her lips and swallowed.
    Jayson took a seat on the stool next to her. “I would ask you