The Werewolf and the Human

Sir? Hardly.

Sir? I loved how that sounded in her voice. It sparked something in me immediately. I wanted her on her knees, and I wanted her to say sir just like that. I saw that image in my mind, and unlike before, I let it stay in my mind for a moment before I physically pushed it out of my head. “My name is Xander.”

              She placed an artificial smile onto her face. It was completely fake. I could tell, and yet she made no effort to change it. She made no effort to do anything besides smiling at me. She made no effort to even hide it was fake. “It’s a pleasure,” she stated, but she made no effort to move to shake my hand. “Lucy.” She looked up at me. Her eyes sparkled. They danced and twisted and held me there. I just wanted to see them every day.

              “Now, we know each other.”

              She looked down at her hands again. “Hardly.”

              I wanted to see her eyes looking at me. I wanted to see her eyes sparkle, and she refused to look at me. “What do you mean hardly?”

              She kept her eyes down at her hands. “What I mean…”

              I interrupted her. I needed to address this issue. “Look at me,” I growled at her.

              She paused like she was trying to understand what I had just said. Finally, she let words pour from those perfect lips of hers. “Excuse me,” she said, glancing up at me before her eyes fell back to her hands.

              “I said, look at me.” Her eyes slowly moved up to look at my face. They were a slow glance up. They followed my body, and all I wanted was to see what those eyes following my body would look like with her naked on my bedroom floor. Again, I let my mind flicker on that for a moment before I moved on. “That’s better; now, explain to me what your problem is.” I knew that I shouldn’t want what I wanted then, but she was too close, too intoxicating not to.

              Her eyes scanned over my face for a moment. She looked over all of my edges. Studying them, trying to decide something. She then stood up, and she almost fell backwards as she stood. Still, she found the strength to catch herself. “I mean that just knowing your name does not mean that I know you, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t give me demands like I am a child.”

              “You are a child,” I growled at her.

              “Excuse me,” she sputtered out. She stood strong, stronger than she had a moment ago. “Excuse me,” she repeated. She didn’t wait for me to respond. “What right do you have to call me a child?” She put her finger up to stop me from saying a word. “I don’t care if you think you have control over this town. Hell, I don’t care if you actually have control over this town. You don’t speak to anyone you barely know like that. It’s condescending. It’s rude, and above all else, it makes you look like a douche.”

              She said, looking at me; her eyes had a fire in them, a fightback. “I was only stating a fact.”

              She kept her eyes firmly on mine. “And I am doing the same.”

              I took a step closer to her. The smell of vanilla once again hit my nose and made me want her. I wanted to show her her place. And her place was in my bed. Again, I only let that thought tick away for a few moments. “You will respect me.” How could I have thoughts like I had about a woman like that?

              She didn’t back down. She kept her eyes firmly on me. “Respect goes both ways. You respect me enough not to call me a child, and I will respect you enough to give you what deference everyone else in this town gives you.”

              I was taken aback. She noticed that. She noticed that everyone was in awe of me. She really was good at seeing things around her. I tried not to show the emotions that I had. She was right. I knew she was, but I didn’t know how to explain the fact that she was right. There would be no rational explanation that she would understand. “My family has a legacy in this town.”

              “That would explain the ego,” she said, staring me down.

              I took another step closer to her, fighting my wolf in every way that I could. If he had his way, this would have been a very different scene. “My family deserves the legacy.”

              She crossed her arms across her chest. It pushed her already bigger-than-average chest even further into the air. God, she really wanted to make our first fight impossibly hard on me, didn’t she? The fight wasn’t the only thing that was impossibly hard. “I’m sure they do.”

              “What is that supposed to mean?” I took another step closer to her. I could almost taste her from here.

              She kept her eyes on mine and stated, “Nothing specifically. I just wonder if your family deserves its legacy, do you?”

              I grabbed her wrist. “I am every bit my father.”

              She looked down at her wrist, and all of the will she had a moment ago was gone. She shrunk. She collapsed in on herself. Her eyes looked back up at me, and there was fear. Tears were barely being contained. I released her wrist. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her voice barely broke anything.

              My own wolf was furious that I had done that. I had broken her. “Will you at least consider my offer?” I asked, lowering my voice. I’m sorry. I wanted to apologize. She didn’t understand, and I was yelling at her like she should have.

              She looked at me, but only with brief glances. She nodded, and before I knew what was happening, she collapsed into my arms.