My Billionaire Werewolf 1 (BWWM, African American, Interracial, Multicultural) by Erica Storm

Author:Erica Storm [Storm, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Erotica, African American, United States, Urban, Genre Fiction, Paranormal, BWWM African American erotic romance, Paranormal erotica African American, African American erotica fiction
Amazon: B00YDXHZJE
Published: 2015-05-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5: Raven

Ryley introduces me to Sam and I sit next to her. We have a light conversation as we wait for our drinks. “So Sam, where did you meet Ryley?”

“It was at the company party.” I look and smile. Ryley never confided in me about that. “I was taken with her. She will be my mate for life.” His brown eyes appear to change color, maybe it’s the lighting, and they light up as he reaches over and puts his hand over Ryley’s. Every time he does that, she almost faints and then a silly giggle, like she has lost her mind. I’ve never seen hands that large. Oh as a matter of fact, I just did.

Ryley was right. He’s almost as handsome and tall as Kingsley Anderson. “Your date will be here shortly.” Sam interrupts my thoughts and cuts through the silence. He must have read my mind. Finally the wine is brought to the table. Sam tested it before the waiter poured it.

I wonder what the big deal is with wine, but I wasn’t a wine person. I didn’t drink, but when I smelled the aroma of the wine being poured into my glass, I knew that it was special.

“What kind of wine is this?” I said holding the glass to my nose and taking a sip. The waiter glanced down at me with a haughty arrogant look. You could have sworn I asked him to bring me some Morgan David, the kind my grandmother used to drink, and then slip me a small glass during Thanksgiving dinner.

“It’s one of a kind Miss. It’s very expensive.”

“She didn’t ask you how expensive it is.” The waiter turns and shudders. “Oh Mr. Anderson, I didn’t know this was your party.” The tall and overly handsome, overly aggressive, overly sexy Mr. Kingsley Anderson is standing at our table. When the waiter moves he slides in beside me. I look at Ryley and she shakes her head that she had no idea that he would be my date. I would have preferred his chauffer; at least I could talk to him without feeling intimidated.

There were very few men who could make me sweat and this was one. His imposing statue and those hands kept me thinking about what he was carrying in his pants. I was never a curious person but I wish I had a chance to find out.

“Well Miss Clark, we meet again. I hope everyone is comfortable, especially you Miss Clark.” He’s watching me with smug delight. “I have a suite in this hotel and I decided that it would be better if we had dinner there. We can discuss how you are going to pay for the paint job that my car will need.” His mouth takes a hard line and curls up at the sides into a self-pleasing smile.

Here I thought he had forgotten about my juvenile antics that may prove costly me. He stands without a word and holds out his hand. I looked at my glass of wine.

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