The Werewolf and the Human

Other Places To Be

“What is going on here?” I scream, looking at everyone. I don’t know exactly what I walked into. Whatever it was, it was clearly my responsibility to put a stop to it. It was my house, after all. If I didn’t stop it, I would be basically saying they could do whatever they wanted in my house, which was something that I could not stand for.

              Everyone looked at me but made no motion toward saying anything. “What is going on here?” I asked again. I looked around, waiting for an answer, but it seemed that nobody wanted to give an answer. “I will not tolerate fighting in my house, so if we could all turn our temperaments down several notches, it would be for the best.” 

              “What are you going to do if I don’t?” the hot woman said. And damn, was she hot. There was no denying how hot she was. Blonde hair. Big lips. Surely skinnier than I was than I am. Because of my extra weight, the only thing that I had was a slightly bigger chest and a slightly bigger ass. Both of those things were only thanks to the fact that I had probably 50 to 100 pounds on her. Which gave me more pounds to put in places. Still, the red dress she was wearing made sure to show off what she did have. It hugged her in so many places. I only wished I could look like that. Damn.

              “I would kindly ask you to leave,” I said, keeping my eyes on her. I felt like I was faltering, but I refused to back down. I refused to completely falter. She was not going to get me to completely falter.

              “And if I don’t want to.” She had this smirk on her lips that, for some reason, I would have been more than happy to smack off.

              “I would think that very rude of you.”

              “Why do I care about being rude to you?” she asked, taking a step closer to me.

              I could feel the whole room go tense. Bartholomew was now standing directly behind me. Xander was standing. Everyone’s eyes were on him, but they did keep glancing at me. They wanted to know what I would do. I straightened my shoulders straight. “Then I suggest you leave my house.”

              “And if I do not want to?” she asked, taking a step closer to me.

              “I will not have a fistfight in front of guests if that is what you are trying to make me do,” I said, keeping my eyes directly on her.

              “Then you are making empty threats,” she said, laughing slightly.

              “And you are an unwanted guest who wants to stay where she isn’t wanted, would make it seem like you have nothing better to do with your time.” I could hear a few gasps from the welcoming committee.

              “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, taking another step toward me.

              I kept my eyes on her and ensured that she knew that I was looking at just her. “It only means that I would hate to keep a woman such as yourself here. I am sure that you have better things to do, and if you do not, I am concerned about your social life.”

              “My social life is fine.” She took another step toward me.

              I could feel both Bartholomew and Xander moving toward us. “I am sure it is. That is why I feel compelled to tell you that you don’t have to be here. I don’t want you wasting your time here when you have such a thriving social calendar.”

              I could hear her voice getting a little higher. “I do have a thriving social calendar.”

              I flashed her a quick smile but ensured that it didn’t stay on my lips for too long. “I am sure you do. Then I won’t keep you any longer.”