A Wolf in the City

28. Innocent Looking Johannesburg Princess.

Dante.

"You're having way too much fun today, aren’t you?" I ask the human beside me in a sarcastic and bored tone.

Sam nods his head at me, looking up when a redhead asks him to dance. He laughs and whispers something in her ear. The redhead giggles. "It's my birthday and you promised to be here for me. You always pride in being a man of your word so stop killing my vibe." He says to me and then he follows the lady so eagerly.

I roll my eyes, wondering why I though it was a good idea to act like I am a friend to this human, I ignore the small voice in my mind that says I am fond of him already and should stop acting like I am being forced when I know that I actually enjoy being around him.

Darn that foolish wolf voice!

“Hello, sexy wolf.” A familiar voice says as a soft body sidles up to me, reeking of intense floral perfume. I look down into the heavily made-up eyes of Adalee. I can appreciate the magic makeup does to a lady’s face, but not when she looks like she was punched and is now sporting two black raccoon eyes.

Adalee never does her makeup this much, I wonder what happened to her art touch this time, bad makeup day?

“Adalee. How’s it going?” I ask as I give her a small smile, but it only encourages her to grab on to my arm.

Ugh, no. Why did I sleep with Adalee again? Now, she thinks we are going to end up together after the whole mission and start our own pack and family somewhere in the bushes? And no matter how much I spell it out to her that this is casual, she seems to take it as a joke because of course, if it's not her then it's who? She's the only she-wolf left of our kind afterall.

“Oh, you know, nothing much.” She says as she bats her eyelashes, pushing her breasts into my side. I can not help but glance quickly at to her cleavage. Her breasts are staring at me. Ah, one normal or bad night and those lovely things might have been enough reason for me to spread her legs wide apart.

The strap of her dress slides down her shoulder. She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, and I wonder if that is a practiced move. Still, I think it is kind of sexy. If she was someone else, I might be interested. Someone like... you know who.

My eyes strays past her shoulder to the dance floor, searching for something, anything. Adalee's grip on my arm tightens, yanking my gaze back to her. “You owe me a drink, Dante. You never apologized for the time you had left me abruptly at that dinner date." Her tongue snakesout to touch her top lip.

I hide my wince. She is trying way too hard at this, and I don’t want to be trapped in her claws all night. Racking my brain on how to shut her down without offending her, I then remember the fact that father had said that he's starting to not find Adalee trustworthy enough and how he thinks she should be left out of it.

"Adalee, you seem like a woman of… many talents.” I started as her chest puffs out, preening like a peacock. Oh, let me land before you gloat, dear.

“Father thinks that there seems to be a traitor in our midst, what he saw,, he did not tell me. At least, not yet. He just tells me that and for a group of three that speaks volume, you know? So I need your help with that."

I am about to add more when a movement from the front of the bar distracts me. Like a beacon of light splitting apart the darkened clouds, Raven Martinez waltzes into the room— straight into the viper’s den, like she’s waiting to get bit. Like she belongs. Sparks tingle the base of my stomach, my gaze soaking her up like water in the sun. She reaches the bar, followed closely by her friends, the same jealous and fake ones I had seen her with on the beach.

Immediately, she’s greeted by the bartender, saying something that makes her head toss back in laughter, her hair glinting off the lights as it swishes down her naked back. My shoulders tighten at the restraint it takes to keep from walking over and pulling her away from his attentions.

She is soon dragged In the middle of the dance floor by one of these girls, and she shocks me to the bone as she starts to dance—no, scratch that—gyrate so sensuously that I can not help but stare. She moves like… s*x comes to mind.

Her short, tight dress covers her hourglass body like a second skin, seducing the dozens of eyes turned on her. I might have drooled a little as she bends over and does something dreamy with her hips. Her long blonde hair sways against her tiny waist, and her legs looks a mile long in those beautiful heels. There is something captivating in the way she dances, a defiance that flowed with the silky movements of her body. Who would have ever thought the the innocent looking Johannesburg princess could ever dance like that?

I feel my heart skip one fast beat against my chest when she looks up and our eyes meet.

Tearing my eyes away and acting like we had not just noticed eachother's presence yet again, I focus again on Adalee. I had planned to draw ask proper questions about this, but suddenly I’m desperate to wrap things up. My insides twist with anticipation and I have to force it down, trying to keep my mind on the task at hand. “It’s come to my attention that somebody might start working against us, and it's quite funny, because why would anyone of us do that, right?”

Adalee looks very confused and leans in like she’s expecting me to continue, but I don’t. I sit back in the booth, picking up my cigar, ignoring the way the smoke suffocates as it swirls around my face. And I wait.

The seconds stretch into agonizing moments, the only sound the backdrop of patrons in the bar, and my inner voice nagging at me to turn my attention back to the pretty girl at the front. But I don’t. I keep my focus on Adalee, waiting for her to break. She fidgets the longer I stare, until finally her shoulders tighten. “Oh my gosh, Dante, you don’t think I would —”

I lift a hand, cutting her off mid-sentence. “It’s very interesting to me what happens when you allow the space for people to speak.” I chuckle. “You see, silence is often the best way to draw out the rats.”

My head tilts, filing away her slip of the tongue for later. I’m not surprised she has not done anything that father had been suspecting, it is just his hunch after all, the same hunch that never allowed him to fully accept her yet act like he's very fond if her whenever she shows up around him.

"Well, just be careful and don't give father any reason to suspect you, you know very well how he always acts on suspicions whether or not the person is guilty." I sigh, sliding from the booth and running my hand down the front of my suit as I move to closer to her. I bend down next to her ear.

“And don't stop worshipping him of course, he lives for that and that might actually be his problem which he twisted out into suspecting you .” I say and then I walk away, my eyes already locked on the beauty at the front of the bar.

Raven.

And so I take bold strides towards her, getting ready to have my A game on, one that is either going to get me shooed away or even slapped.

Either ways, I'd rather get any of those two things from her than not say hy to my favourite pass time.