Annabella POV
The trip to the club doesn’t take long. After several minutes of relaxing against the cool window, lost in my own thoughts, Jeremy nudges my shoulder. I turn to see him grinning and baring his fangs at me. He winks at me.
“Maybe I'll get a woman with these things,” he clicks his tongue against his right fang. I roll my eyes. “Be my wing-woman?” he teases.
“Sure, Jer. Let's go get you a girl,” I chuckle.
“A woman, Bella. I want a woman. Someone who can handle all of this,” he says, motioning a hand down his body. He flashes me an arrogant smirk, his eyes flashing with mirth. A full-bellied laugh floats back from the front seat.
“You’ll definitely need a resilient woman to handle your smug ass,” Jake teases him from the front seat. Jeremy flips him off in the rearview
