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pretenses. “You are one fucking beautiful bitch. Come here.”
     
     
    Guess it was her turn to squint, and purse her lips. Sexy, with a bit of a grin and a serious wicked glint reaching her eyes.
     
     
    I love her expressions: the way her lips move, the way her tongue flicks out and wets them, or her upper teeth bite down on the lower lip when she’s thinking. And tell me this, why is it that some women are blessed with a scent that turns a man into a total dog?
     
     
    Again, I ask, how the hell am I supposed to keep my wits with something like that in the air between us? She is hot and ready to go, I can smell it. But then, she is most of the time.
     
     
    Those lips...“What do you think?” A pause. “Mark?” More zigzag snaps.
     
     
    I stared, I know, and blinked when she did that. “Uh--”
     
     
    Had to give her an honest opinion, so she wouldn’t kick my ass. I shrugged like I hadn’t really been thinking about it, and her. Continuing my once-over, I zipped past the nether regions. Conserving brainpower--blood flow issues, you know. It’s not like I can’t go back for a second look. Right?
     
     
    The nearly nothing fabric clung to her hips, the folds of her curves. There was a rose patch over that juncture--you know the one. A single rose at her belly button, one on each nipple.
     
     
    Okay. I almost laughed out loud...when it occurred to me that it was a cat suit.
     
     
    I could not hide the smile. She’s got such a great sense of humor. A garou bitch in a cat suit. Priceless!
     
     
    Hands out, she turns--turtle speed--so I can look her over, repeating, “What do you think?”
     
     
    That’s when it hit me. She’s cut her hair again, not that I focus long on that--what the hell would you call it? A pixie cut? A cap?
     
     
    Something easy to manage. Amber is all about comfort and being at ease with herself--what works for her. If I don’t like it, I can go screw myself--literally. I have to appreciate her strong character, and her no-nonsense take on who she is. She ain’t fucking apologizing to anybody. Least of all me.
     
     
    Wait. I don’t want that to sound wrong. She’s the first to admit when she’s isn’t correct on something. I was talking about her self-image.
     
     
    It’s the most admirable quality she has. She’s self-secure and it’s a turn-on, plain and simple. She wants to wear a fuckin’ miniskirt? She does. She doesn’t give a shit about what other people think. She enjoys life, and she’ll be Gaia-damned if some little asswipe is gonna hold her down for it.
     
     
    Pausing with her back to me, she smoothed her hands over her hips and asked, “How does it look from back there?” The fabric stretched tightly across her ass and hips.
     
     
    I growled. Figured it was the best way to get the point across.
     
     
    Turning her head over her shoulder, she smiled all-out. “You like?”
     
     
    Cheshire Cat to my wolfish grin. Oh, yeah, honey, I like. I’m sure that’s all over my face.
     
     
    I cleared my throat and pulled my gaze from the line-up of vertical roses that climbed her crack-line. What did she think, I’d gone blind? Of course I liked it.
     
     
    But I could play her game. Focusing on the bridge of her nose, I managed, with a straight face and calmness that didn’t match my pulse, “Your haircut definitely accentuates your eyes.” Her big, dark brown eyes. Jet black hair capped around the tan muzzle--er, face. Yes, she’s got a rather long nose. Almost looks Jewish. Or Italian.
     
     
    What do I look like, a friggin’ genealogy specialist? Maybe you’d think she looks Hispanic. She’s from a pure garou bloodline, that’s all I know. I can smell that much. She’s been around a bit and can take care of herself on the street, in the woods, or anywhere else you want to put her.
     
     
    I’m sure one of those points about her is gonna save my ass in the end. Just not sure which.
     
     
    Something bothers me about that,