Beast Behaving Badly
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I dont like her. And Im in the mood for a good fight.
No more Guinness for you, Blayne said, snatching the half-drunk glass away from her friend.
Do you want to lose that paw, canine?
Be nice! Blayne bellowed.
It was grudging, but Gwen settled down even while the rest of the predators around them watched Blayne closely. Sure. The drunk tigon is no threat, but the sober wolfdogwatch out!
Annoyed by the hypocrisy, Blayne tossed the glass onto a tray held by a passing waitress before dropping onto the couch next to Ric. Relaxing back, she realized Novikov was still standing there. Andstill staring.
Sit, she said, motioning to an empty spot on the U-shaped couch. And yes, she did expect him to take the spot she pointed out. Especially since he didnt seem to be one of those purposely contrary types. But what she didnt expect was to suddenly have a tight bear-cat ass shoving its way between her and Ric.
Once Bo had forced his way between Blayne and Van Holtz, he felt much better. He didnt appreciate the way the wolf and Blayne had sat so close together, Van Holtzs arm around the back of her portion of the couch. A little too proprietary in Bos estimation. So he sat between them.
Blayne squeaked a little as she moved out of his way, and Van Holtz hit the floor since hed been sitting right on the edge. The wolf glared up at him and Bo gazed back, sipping his beer. He figured that was the end of it until Blayne punched his shoulder.
Apologize, she ordered him.
For what?
You knocked him on the floor. Are you really that rude?
It seems that the answer to that would be yes.
Im fine, Blayne. Van Holtz managed to get to his own big wolf feet without any help from Bo. I think Ill get another drink. Ill be back.
He walked off and Blayne hit Bo again.
What now?
This is your fault.
Whats my fault?
Ric being upset.
Its not like he ran off to the girls room crying.
Would you care if he had?
Other than to laugh? Probably not.
Blayne turned on the couch to face him, pulling her legs up so she sat on her knees. How can I help you if you act this way?
Help me? Help me with what?
Help with you. She waved her hand around his face. The poor, pathetic, lonely, rich superstar athlete that you are.
Bo glanced over at the grizzly and tigon sitting across from them. Shes serious, the tigon mouthed to him, making Bo sigh.
Im a good person, Blayne said earnestly, pressing her hand toher chest. And because Im a good person, I have friends. And I want you to have friends. But that wont happen if you go around knocking wolves to the floor. Wolves are not to be toyed with just because you can. She held up her finger, Hold that thought, and spun around on her knees so that she faced the back of the couch. Hey, Dee-Ann! Blayne screeched across the club. Dee-Ann! Youre not leaving already are you? Sit here! Here! We still have room! Dee! Annnnn!
With his left ear ringing, Bo watched as some She-wolf stalked off into the crowd while Blayne returned to her original position, facing Bo. Now . . . where was I?
If I want to be a good person like you, I cant toy with wolves just because I can.
Right! Again she pressed her palm to her chest, appearing superbly innocent. Im here to help you. Let me.
Dee-Ann, wait!
Dee-Ann kept walking until a strong hand grabbed her arm, pulling her back. Please.
Im done, hoss. I am done.
Its not that easy and we both know that.
Find somebody else. I cant deal with her. She tried to walk out the front exit, but Van Holtz pulled her down a hallway and into a private room, recently vacated from the heavy scent of feline sex still lingering.
You cant walk away from this, Van Holtz told her once hed closed the door. Blayne needs you.
What that wolfdog needs is heavy medication.
Look, lets just talk. Okay? For a second.
Van Holtz sat down on the couch, and Dee said, Whoever was on that couch before ya just fucked there.
The wolf stood right back up. So well stand. He took a breath. You cant let her get to you like this. You know Blayne. She just wants everyone to have a good time. To be happy.
What would make Dee-Ann happy was Blayne Thorpes head over her daddys mantel right next to the twelve-point buck hed taken down in his younger days. That would make Dee-Ann happy. Continually discussing one pain-in-the-ass wolfdog, however, would not.
Lord, if they were all like Blayne, Dee-Ann wouldnt help one of them. But thankfully, they werent all like Blayne. In fact, shed been meeting some real interesting ones lately. Hybrids with real potential who didnt waste her time by being idiotic and embarrassing in public.
Dont need Blayne Thorpe to make me happy. Just need her to shut her mouth and wait quietly to be snatched up by scumbags. Dont think Im askin too much here.
I think we both know it wont be that easy.