His Broken Dire wolf

Chapter 14

Molly’s POV

I feel rude for ending my introduction with Tim so suddenly, but my body began to feel like it was burning. I rushed into the women's bathroom and started running cool water. I grab a paper towel from the dispenser and run the water on it to dab myself and help cool down. Every time I close my eyes though, images of the handsome stranger at the bar keep flooding my mind. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!” I slap my cheeks a bit and try to remind myself that I will not lose focus. I’m not ready to let a guy in my life, I need to finish school and not get distracted. What the f**k is wrong with me? Since when has a guy made me feel this way? After finally calming down, I headed out towards our table where more shots were served. I take 3 more shots and ignore the piercing eyes that are still watching me from the bar. I then grab Jill by the forearm and get back to dancing. Moments later, my whole birthday crew is dancing in the center together. After about 20 minutes of us dropping and grinding, I noticed Tim had slowly made his way into our circle and began dancing with me. I let him hold my waist and begin rocking with me and grinding against his lap. I haven’t danced with a guy like this since Shawn at our high school prom and I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with this yet. Just as I’m about to excuse myself, I feel Tim begin to trail his fingers from my waist down to my ass and suddenly I hear a loud growl drown out the music, my head begins to pound from Tim’s touch, and the feeling of a migraine comes on. The pain begins to trigger my anxiety, I haven’t felt a migraine like this since my night with Shawn in the truck and I began to panic. Just as I’m about to pull away, I become dizzy and feel myself begin to fall. I don’t feel like I’ve fallen very far till I’m immediately scooped up by someone obviously very strong and a familiar tingle washes over my body. My eyes are closed but for some reason this sudden relief reminds me of someone, “Benson?” I accidently say aloud. Obviously, my dog isn’t here. My migraine suddenly dissipates and I try to focus on my savior, but the dizziness hasn’t subsided yet. I hear a familiar voice “I think you have had enough little mate” a gruff whisper says in my ear, and I can’t help but melt. I’m finally able to conjure up some words as I realize this stranger is still holding me. “I’m so sorry, thank you so much for helping me”. I try to lean forward so he can put me down, but instead he ends up walking towards my table of friends who go completely silent, “excuse me ladies, but I think your friend here has had enough to drink. Would someone be able to escort her home?”. I’m surprised I haven’t swallowed a bug by now because my mouth has been hanging wide open since he continued walking me off the dance floor, and now he is telling my friends I need to go home? Nobody responds at first, “I’m good guys, don’t worry about me…”and right on queue my friend Jill decides to voice her opinion. “Why don’t you take her home for us?” she smiles. I’m shocked she would say something like that. Especially because she knows how cautious I am around guys after my trauma with Shawn. But the idea of being alone with this man doesn’t scare me for some reason. Instead, it seemed really exciting. “Jill, I don’t know this man!” Jill looked at me next, “How do you not recognize him? He is on all those commercials for the Half Moon Bay golf course. He owns that whole area.” I look back at my savior and finally remember where I know him from. “Wyatt?” He smiles at me like I just made his whole week. “I think I’ve waited long enough; do you think I can get your number now?”. Wyatt continues to smile in anticipation. My mind flashes back to that memory three years ago on the golf course. How could I forget a moment like that? And that’s right, he did ask for my number those years ago when we first met. Before I know it, I’m trying to scramble words together and seem to be failing, “I…umm…will…can you walk me back to my apartment please?” I squeak. Wyatt gave me an amused look. “I think I can do that, I am a gentleman after all.” Wyatt's random gentleman's remark confuses me for a moment. I never hear anyone else use that word very often and Wyatt begins to chuckle at my overthinking expression. “Sorry my dear, that was an inside joke. I think you will get it after you get to know me a bit more.” I cross my arms and gave him the most stern look I could come up with, “And what makes you think I want to get to know you?” I sarcastically asked. Again, Wyatt begins to laugh, “HA, I think you are going to have to come up with some better excuses to push me away this time, Molly Mello” The way he slowly seductively says my name sends chills to my body. Again, a warm rush of moisture building up between my legs causes my body to feel like it’s getting overheated again. Wyatt takes a deep breath in, and I feel his chest muscles rise while he still holds me. And his eyes began to go from the grey sky blue color to black and back to blue within seconds. Like he was fighting himself internally. “Well, if you can prove to get me home safely, then I may be able to return the favor with a lunch date.” Did I just say that? When did I become so brave? Wyatt’s smile never wavers, instead he leans closer to my face and whispers “Challenge accepted my dear”.