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An excerpt from A Wolf’s Protection
He topped up the beer to the rim and set it on the counter.
Mary Winston grabbed it immediately and positioned it on her full tray. With one of his less experienced waitresses he would worry about such an overladen tray, but not with Mary. She was the best. He could pour fast drinks and Garry could make the tastiest grub, but if the waitress was bad at her job it was all for shit. Luckily, with Mary, that wasn’t a problem. She could remember orders for a table of ten, had an easy laugh that made people smile, and had a knack for knowing exactly when to line up the next drink so it was ready as soon as someone emptied their last one.
It didn’t hurt that she looked like sex either. When she was on the job, she knew how to work it. The oversized sweaters and baggy jeans she favored in her off time were replaced with clothes that fed fantasies. Tonight the plunging neckline of her skin-tight T-shirt was enough to make the most saintly man salivate—and Adam was hardly a saint. When she coupled that with a barely there skirt and those crazy ass fuck me boots, she was every man’s wet dream.
Of course it helped that she had lavish curves and a body made for loving.
“Busy tonight,” she said with a smile that made her eyes twinkle. Like him, she loved the energy in here.
“Need a break?”
“No, I’m good.” She hoisted her tray and turned to the crowd. Her long dark brown hair swished as she moved, teasing her ass, drawing his gaze to the sexy swell of her hips as she sashayed away from him.
“You’ve got it bad, buddy.”
Adam jerked his gaze away from his waitress’s body and glared at Zach, Griffin and Levi, three guys from his wolf pack. The four of them had struck up an unlikely friendship, since they were all relatively new to the community. Now the guys came in at least once a week and sat at the end of the bar to watch re-runs of soccer games from the UK on his new big screens. Except they weren’t watching the game at the moment—they were laughing at Adam.
Zach, the one who had called Adam out, grinned at him. Z owned the local hardware store, so they’d met when Adam was doing the renovations. He was built like a linebacker and had stepped in as an honorary bouncer a time or two when things had gotten out of hand at the Mad Dog. But as much as he liked the guy, Adam didn’t need Z’s commentary on his private life.
Any hot-blooded man would be mesmerized by a woman like Mary. So there wasn’t anything to comment on anyway. But every time some dark hot vision of what he’d like to do to her flashed through his head, he hated himself. She was more than sex. He knew that. She was smart, dedicated and didn’t let anyone boss her around.
He respected her.
He scanned the crowd, stopping when he found her again. She was laughing. Her head was tilted back, exposing the long elegant stretch of her neck. His gaze traveled lower, following the beautiful creamy skin down to the swell of her breasts. He could easily imagine how silky she’d feel…
“Real bad,” Zach said.
“Drink your beer and shut up, Z.”
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