Ruby
I find myself wanting to be completely open with Max, so I tell him the truth. Well, except that whole being a werewolf thing. "Honestly, I thought you were a flirty, clumsy manwhore when I saw you for the first time at the pub." He smirks, "Well, two out of three ain't bad. And to be fair, I have NEVER tripped and fallen on my face before. Your beauty distracted me.So, that was your fault. As for flirting, it helps gain higher tips."
"Speaking of which, what is your dream job? Surely it can't be to be a waiter the rest of your life?" My wolf didn't like how I phrased that question, apparently as she asks, "Can you sound anymore like a b***h?"
He didn't seem to mind though, because he let out that sexy chuckle. "No, Ruby. My dream job isn't to be a waiter the rest of my life. Tr
