Konstantin watched her walk in, same as he had for the past three months. She wasn’t like the usual dancers he hired. Didn’t come on to him or any of the staff. Yasmin Malek worked three nights a week at The Stripe Club, that was the name of his exclusive, members-only gentlemen’s club.
Konstantin was the boss, the owner, and sole operator of the establishment, but he still made sure he was there for every single one of her shifts. He couldn’t stay away. Had tried to, but to no avail. The woman drew him like a moth to a flame. His Tiger chuffed inside of him, watching the curvy Lioness walk across the smooth, polished floors.
The animal inside of him recognized the female as his, but his human half refused to do a thing about it. Fated mates was a myth, or so he’d always thought. A Shifter fairytale told to children same as normals did with Cinderella or the one about the beast and the bibliophile.