Wolf Mates: An American Werewolf in Hoboken by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy [Cassidy, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

JC took Fluffy home and he collapsed on the floor of her bedroom, snoring softly.

She smiled at his big body sprawled out in sleep. Poor thing, one trip to the vet and he was as meek as a kitten. She rubbed the top of his head with affection, then got up.

Closing the bedroom door behind her she set out to clean her apartment and forget about Max. He’d niggled at the back of her brain all day long and now it was time to abolish him completely. With like cleansers and stuff.

Her nipples tightened just thinking of him.

Shit. What was she going to do? The man lived next door to her and she’d nailed him in less than two hours. He was going to label her the apartment house slut and move on to his next prey. Talk about easy…

JC found some old sweats and a T-shirt, changed into them and dug under her kitchen sink to find her cleaning products. Like scrubbing the grout on the kitchen tile was going to wash away the memory of last night.

She slammed the bucket full of hot water down on the floor and tied her hair back. No man was going to make her tingle like that. So there… or was that no man had ever made her tingle like that before?

Oh, what difference did it make? She’d done something totally out of character and behaved like the apartment house slut in the process. There was no taking that back now.

“Hey, good lookin’. How goes it?” a deep voice rumbled from her doorway.

Damn, she really should remember to lock the friggin’ door so lust evokers like Max couldn’t get in. JC’s heart skipped two beats and her legs wobbled from her position on the floor, which just happened to be ass end up.

Good gravy.

Dakota Cassidy

Wolf Mates: An American Werewolf in Hoboken

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Without looking up, JC mumbled, “Fine, thanks.”

Max came to stand over her, his boot clad feet at her eye level. “JC? Are we still not looking at me?”

He was a real brain surgeon.

Max knelt down in front of her and propped her chin up with his finger.

“Answer me.”

Her eyes scanned his deep blue ones. Did one-night stands come back to have a two-night stand? “Why do I need to look at you?”

“Because you think I think you’re loose.”

JC groaned. And what of it? Did they have to discuss it? Maybe do a little therapy as a couple over it? “I’m cleaning my floor. I don’t have time to think about whether you think I’m loose.” Not really anyway.

His lips moved closer to hers as he grazed them with a whisper of a kiss. JC’s stomach did a nosedive and her loins joined it. “I don’t think you’re loose. I do think you should come have dinner with me and we can get to know one another.”

Dinner? Where? In the den of iniquity across the way? Oh, no. She was not going back to Two-C. No way. “Where?” she asked tentatively.

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