Lost Touch (Mismatched Mates Book 7) by Eliot Grayson

Author:Eliot Grayson [Grayson, Eliot]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Smoking Teacup Books
Published: 2022-03-21T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 14

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Tying a bow tie appeared to be one of those things that had been completely wiped from my memory.

Or, since I’d apparently been a college kid with hard-partying friends—and not the black tie kind of party—maybe I’d never known.

Either way, my sweaty, shaking fingers didn’t help at all.

One hour. One hour, and I’d be at some fancy restaurant under the scrutiny of Drew’s uncle Boyd, his wife, his two sons, Drew’s parents, Alyssa, the infamous Victoria, and her family.

All werewolves. A lot of them alphas. And all wishing puny little human me far, far away—at best—for one reason or another.

I’d retreated to the bathroom to use the mirror in there to give me an edge on the tie thing, but so far all it’d accomplished was giving me a great view of my damp, rosy face, chin lifted to expose the tangled mess at my collar.

A soft sound alerted me to Drew’s presence in the doorway. I turned my head, and—froze.

Oh, my fucking God. Drew in a T-shirt and gym shorts looked like a cover model.

Drew in a tux could’ve been the cover model for James Bond Monthly.

He lounged against the door frame, massive arms crossed and shoulders straining even the obviously custom tailoring of his jacket, the rest of him long and lean and powerful. His eyes rested on me with something intense gleaming in their depths.

And a hint of alpha glow on top. That didn’t surprise me. He’d been keyed-up as hell all day. For once, I was kind of glad I couldn’t feel my ass, because with the number of times he’d knotted me over the past few days—and extra that morning, plus once in the afternoon before I got in the shower—I had to be absolutely ravaged.

“I’ll help with that,” he said, and pushed off the wall, sauntering into the bathroom to take up position right behind me, his chest brushing my back. “Here.”

He reached up and around, setting both hands on my neck, tugging gently at the mess I’d made of the tie.

Our eyes met in the mirror. I realized that I was seeing what everyone else at this dinner would be seeing, and the last of the confidence I’d been gritting my teeth and forcing myself to fake sizzled away like a drop of water on a hot pan. My head only came up to Drew’s chin, not only giving me a full view of both of our faces—mine plain, unevenly flushed, and damp with nervous perspiration, blond curls all messily tousled no matter now I tried to make them behave, and Drew’s movie-star handsome, with his dark-brown waves all naturally, perfectly bedhead-sexy—but emphasizing how small and thin and vulnerable I looked compared to him, and by extension everyone related to him.

“They’re never going to buy it,” I muttered without meaning to.

Drew’s hands paused, the ends of the tie dangling from his fingers.

“Buy what? You mean the mate bond? Sure they will. Only someone with magic can see a bond or the lack of it, and we already know our energy’s too messed up to tell the difference.

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