ROMANCE: Turned on by the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Sweet Romance) (New Adult Holiday Contemporary Romance Short Stories) Read Free

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off. He looked around and found a napkin. On it he scribbled something and
pushed it into my hands.
    “If you’re still interested after this…” his sentence
didn’t finish. “I’ll understand though.” He let my hand go, and I walked away.
My friends waited at the door. I crumpled the napkin in my hand and kept it in
a tight ball until I locked my bedroom door.
    When I opened it up, smoothing out the creases, the words
jumped out at me.
    “You’re like an angel that fell from the sky, and I’m
cursed to live with two faces. If you can fall in love with the one, maybe you
can find the grace to accept the other. Fairy tales aren’t always just fairy
tales. I’m a werewolf.”
     
    Chapter
2
    I woke up unable to move. My muscles were so stiff I could
have been made out of concrete. My head thundered with a hangover and the
sunlight that fell in through the window hurt my eyes. I groaned and rolled out
of bed.
    “You look like hell,” Ella said to me when I walked into
the kitchen. She was making a greasy breakfast.
    “That looks amazing,” I said. Grease was just what my
stomach needed.
    “How’s your head?’ I asked her.
    “Pounding,” she answered. “But I think I drank less than
you. I didn’t have blue eyes to get lost in.”
      I rolled my eyes.
    “So, are you going to follow this one through?” she asked.
    “No.” I thought back to the napkin that I’d shoved into
the waste basket. “He’s childish and ridiculous. Who needs man like that?”
    “Who needs a man like what?” Ashleigh asked, shuffling
into the room. She groaned when she lowered herself onto a chair. “I think I’m
going to die.”
    “Anna thinks George is just a child. But what does it
matter what he’s like if he’s good in bed?”
    “Ella!” I cried out. She shrugged.
    “I’m just saying. After the week you’ll be gone again.
There’s nothing wrong with having some fun. A wild mystery man might be just
what you need.”
    Wild. Mystery. Huh.
    She put a plate in front of me with eggs and bacon.
Another plate landed on the table with toast, and she handed us mugs with
steaming coffee as well.
    “You should be hung over more often,” I said, sipping the
scalding liquid. “You’ve never served me food before.”
    “I was up early,” she said.
    Kate came out of the room. “I smell bacon.”
    “Sit, Ella’s serving,” I said. Ella threw a dishcloth at
me and I nearly spilled my coffee.
    “We have another lesson in an hour,” Ella said, glancing
at her wrist watch.
    “I might just die,” I said.
    “George will be there to resuscitate you,” Kate said with
shimmering eyes.
    I groaned.
     
    We met George on the slope. We’d taken care of our skis
now that we knew how, and he joined us after we were geared up and ready.
    My muscles were unhappy, they always felt worse after a
night of drinking, but it was much easier this time, and I didn’t fall nearly
as often as the two days before. I actually enjoyed it. Id’ also remembered to
apply sunblock. In a winter wonderland where the temperature was somewhere
around twenty degrees the smell of sunblock was out of place.
    George paid special attention to me, and I did what he
told me. He was the instructor, and he knew what he was talking about, after
all. But other than that I ignored him. I made eye contact only when I had to,
and I tried to get up every time I fell before he could come over and touch me.
After a while he got the hint and focused more on Kate.
    Good. She could have him. I wasn’t going to spend time
with someone that treated me like I was an idiot, writing corny poetry that had
a crappy ending.
    After we finished, George called me and beckoned me over.
I hesitated. I didn’t really want to talk to him. When he beckoned again, I
gave in. His blue eyes followed me as I skied closer to him. They were
unguarded and blue like the sky. I had to force myself to look away. He really
was handsome, and I wanted to stare at him. His eyes held