A Wolf In Wolf's Clothing by Deborah MacGillivray Read Free Book Online Page B

“She must have an IQ of a turnip.”
    Alec’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that you say?”
    Paganne offered him a wide smile. “I said, ‘Surprising to see you two turn up.’ I don’t recall seeing your names on the guest list.”
    Alec shrugged, but his face hardened a trace; he fought against it, but couldn’t prevent the expression from manifesting. “What? You think I’m not good enough to attend this quaint little Montgomerie to-do?”
    Lifting her glass, Paganne gave a chuckle. “That’s one way to put it.”
    Confused, Ellen glanced at Paganne and then back to Alec. The silly woman obviously hadn’t expected a chilly reception. “Now see here—”
    “Don’t upset yourself, my dear. The Montgomeries aren’t happy unless they’re letting the world know how important they are, and how the rest of us aren’t good enough to clean up after them.” He glanced exaggeratedly to either side of Raven and then lifted his eyebrows. “What, no date? Don’t tell me you’re still pining away for me. Really, Raven, that’s so pathetic. After all this time—”
    “Darling, let me have your glass. It’s empty.” The deep voice spoke from behind her, drawing everyone’s attention. “How am I supposed to get you drunk and have my wicked way with you if I can’t keep your glass filled?”
    Afraid to breathe, Raven couldn’t even blink as a beautiful male hand took her wrist and removed her empty champagne glass. A kiss was placed to the back of her hand and then she was handed another flute, this timefull. Her heart bounced against her ribs as she looked up…into those warlock green eyes of her stranger. If she had thought them hypnotic from across the room, that was nothing compared to being up close. She fought to keep from being sucked into their emerald depths.
    “I know…I’m late, late for a very important date.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully and gave her a gentle smile as if trying to court her good graces. When she didn’t respond, he kissed her cheek. “Forgive me? Your brothers ran off with my Lamborghini. Then my secretary called, and you know with the deal hanging fire I had to take it.” Placing a hand at the small of her back, he rubbed slightly. Possessively, intimately—as only a lover would do. “All right, give me the cold shoulder. I love it when you pout. I promise to make it up to you before the night’s over.” He picked up her free hand and brushed a butterfly kiss to her bare shoulder.
    Paganne’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, but her expression wasn’t as shocked as Alec’s.
    Raven’s ex, his mouth agape, finally drew the attention of the handsome stranger. Raising one black brow, the stranger glanced down his nose at Alec, giving him a silent “you’re not worthy to shine my boots” look. Few men could stare into those green eyes and not blink. Raven suppressed a smile. No one had ever tried this game of ranking with Alec Beechcroft and won. This time, there was no contest. Something about this unusual man whispered he was different, special, born to rule.
    Giving a small squeeze of Raven’s waist, the stranger leaned forward and stuck out his hand for Alec to shake. “Don’t believe we’ve been introduced. I’m Trevelyn Sinclair.”
    Alec glanced at Raven, then back to her supposed date, and finally shook. “I’m—”
    Trevelyn cut him off. “Yes, I know. Raven’s told me all about you.”
    For an instant, the veneer of the civilized man seemedto fade and Sinclair stared at Raven’s ex-husband with such intense hatred that she could scarcely believe it. His hard expression showed he wanted to knock Alec’s teeth down his throat. For one breath, Raven expected him to do just that. But startled by the ferocity she blinked, and the expression was gone. Or maybe it was never there to begin with.
    Beware of the wolf in sheep’s clothing. The words clanged in her head.
    Raven stood trembling. Had she just taken a tumble down the rabbit