CHAPTER NINE

Her phone was seconds away from being destroyed by a pissed off werewolf.

Christophe had gone deathly still above her, his hands slowly withdrawing from his underwear.

"What is that?" he asked, glaring in the direction where the noise originated.

"You should go," Leah blurted, suddenly panicking as she recalled what the alarm meant.

"What?" he returned his attention to her, his intense, glowing eyes narrowing at her.

"This shouldn't have happened, Christophe."

God! Why did that make her sound like such an asshole? He'd just brought her so much pleasure, and it surely felt like she was kicking him out of her house after the fact. And why had she said that? Despite everything her brain was telling her just then, Leah couldn't even bring herself to regret what just happened.

She tried to sit up and was surprised when he allowed her the space to do so, though his knees still encased her hips.

"Tell me what's happening, little one."

The gentleness in his tone surprised her, encouraging her to meet his eyes. The glow was slowly fading from his eyes.

"I have an appointment. I forgot."

"And if I ask who you have an appointment with, will you answer?"

He was being so reasonable, she was having a hard time telling him to mind his business, but her hesitancy seemed to have conveyed that message exactly.

"None of my business huh? That's okay. That'll change momentarily."

Christopher chuckled to himself without much humor. "Noah was right. We do have to talk first it seems. I'm sure the fucker's gonna Lord that one over."

The nicer he was being about all this, the guiltier Leah felt.

"I'm sorry!" she yelled since she didn't know what else to say.

He smiled down at her in the most disarming way, "How do you manage to be sexy and adorable at the same time?"

A quick peck on her cheek followed the question and then he slid off her, standing at the foot of her bed.

His stance put his pelvic region right in line with her face and she felt her face heating to an unbearable degree when she caught sight of the outline of his very much still erect…

"What exactly are you sorry about, little one? Make it clear please."

He was back to being difficult it seemed.

"For asking you to leave."

"It's your house," he countered, grin still in place, "and I even broke in. You should be able to kick me out if you want. Why are you sorry?"

"You gave me breakfast and…"

"And what? " he pressed when she trailed off. "Are you sorry for kicking me out with a hard-on after I made you cum?"

Leah sprang from her position on the bed at his bluntness. He didn't back up, so her front ended up plastered to his. His arm automatically slid around her waist.

"Are you embarrassed?" he teased.

"I was trying to be nice. But since you insist on being annoying, you can get out."

He hugged her tightly to him, "If you feel so bad about my suffering little one, take off your panties."

She pushed at his chest until he released her.

"I asked you to leave. Why on earth would I take off my underwear?" she asked incredulously.

"Don't you want to make your appointment?" he asked innocently.

"Are you saying if I don't remove my underwear, you won't leave?"

"No. As I said, this is your house. If you ask me to leave, I have to. How long it takes for me to find my way out is entirely up to you."

"You're unbelievable."

His gaze ran along the length of her, taking in her tousled hair, her flushed cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

His wolf prowled anxiously just beneath his skin. For a moment, he seriously reconsidered leaving so easily. He was certain after he gave her a second orgasm, she would forget all about her appointment.

The only reason he was leaving so quietly was because he could sense how overwhelmed she'd become the moment that wretched alarm had gone off.

She needed a minute to breathe, and he would always try to give her what she needed.

When he didn't respond, she rolled her eyes and started wiggling out of her panties. She stepped out of the blue cotton and picked it off the floor before handing it to him.

She expected him to take it and make his way out. But, instead of taking the scrap of fabric, he grabbed her wrist.

"Since you don't know any better, I'll just instruct you accordingly. I take exception to you rolling your eyes at me, little girl. Don't do it again," he whispered, though his eyes said something else entirely. Almost as if he were begging her to do it again.

"What are you going to do about it if I do?" Leah questioned.

Christophe smiled, said, "Do it and find out," and then released her.

He picked the panties from her palm.

"What time is your appointment?"

Leah eyed him warily, then answered, "Noon."

He glanced at his watch, "Sam will be by at 2 to install the new system. I'll give him the key, but he'll call you when he gets here regardless."

As he spoke, he was redoing his zipper and button, so Leah was a bit distracted to immediately understand what he was saying.

"Wait. What? What system?"

Christophe made a sound halfway between a sigh and a chuckle, "Do you just tune me out whenever you don't want to hear me? The security system. For your house."

"What?" she asked again, dumbly.

While the eldest Bridgeway brother owned a weapons manufacturing company, the other two owned a Security company.

It operated both a tech support system as well as outsourcing of trained security personnel.

Apparently human bodyguards just wouldn't do it anymore. Everyone who required personal protection and was able to afford it, felt the need to get it from Shifters.

She certainly didn't need any extra security. And she definitely couldn't afford it.

"That won't be necessary," she started, but Christophe cut her off with another swift kiss.

"Colin will pick you up at 7. He won."

He started out of the room and down the stairs before she could respond.

Christophe was halfway down the stairs before she recovered her wits.

She seemed to be misplacing them frequently whenever one of the brothers was around.

"Christophe Bridgeway!" she called after him, hurrying down the stairs. "Did you hear me? I don't need a security system! What's happening at 7? What did Colin win? And what the hell are you gonna do with my underwear?!"

By the time she'd shouted the last question, she was standing at her open doorway, watching Christophe's back disappearing down the end of her driveway.

He didn't bother answering, but she swore he was laughing at her as she watched him enter his car.

Insufferable wolf!

Leah really felt like she was about to burst, she was so mad.

To think she'd actually for one minute, felt sorry about asking him to leave. She hoped he died of blue balls...if that was a real thing.

Shuffling to her right brought her attention there.

Sitting on a porch chair, was none other than her neighbor from hell, Mr. Jayn.

He was staring at her in his usual disapproving way. And Leah was certain he'd heard her last question about her underwear. She'd shouted it down her driveway, and most of her neighbors were werewolves. She'd be surprised if one of them hadn't heard.

She groaned internally.

She really should just leave town.

From her open doorway, Leah heard the second bout of her alarm going off, reminding her just why she had no choice but to stay.

She barely resisted the urge to flip off Mr. Jayn as she stomped back into her house.