Curves for the Werewolf Cowboy (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance, Alpha Wolf Mate) by Cassie Laurent Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Cassie Laurent
Tags: Erótica, Paranormal, rough sex, domination, BBW, Curvy, BBW Erotika, Big Girl, Big Beautiful Woman, Plus Size, Werewolf, Alpha, curves
staring at the napkin with the mysterious number written on it. He was handsome, yes. He looked strong, muscular. But at the same time there was something a bit too refined about him. He was ruggedly masculine with tanned skin, but he didn’t look like some common ranch hand. And from what I could tell, he wasn’t. He’d said he was passing through on business.
Did I dare call him? I don’t know why I was even thinking about it. He’d been impolite. He’d made me uneasy for some unknown reason. Something about him had scared me. Was this why I was so intrigued? Maybe. I guess part of me had a taste for the dangerous.
But not tonight. I put the napkin down on my bedside table and turned out the light.
I’m sure I don’t have to tell you I had a hard time falling asleep that night. Eventually I drifted off sometime around four in the morning. I slept in late, almost to noon. This was my schedule as a bartender: late night, and late mornings. I got up and made myself breakfast, watched some TV and read a bit. Around three in the afternoon I went out to run a few errands and take care of some laundry.
Around 6:00 PM I headed back into the bar to start getting things ready for that night. Saturdays were big, so I knew I had to get everything in order. I had to go grab extra bottles of liquor from the basement storage and make sure the beer was fully stocked. The whole time I had that strange man on my mind. Would he show up tonight? The prospect intimidated me. It made me anxious. And yet, I wanted to see him. I wanted to understand just what it was about him that made this nervous energy course through my veins.
Around 7:30 PM, customers started streaming in. These men worked long days out on the ranches that populated the fringes of Houston, but boy, when they cut loose they really cut loose. A little after eight the entire bar was packed. Soon I was so busy I forgot all about the mysterious man of last night. I was pouring beers left and right as the music blasted over the speakers, and the atmosphere was blanketed with the big laughs and bravado of cowboys on a Saturday night.
Then I noticed him. I was taking an order from a customer when I saw him walk through the door, handsome-looking with a confident stride. He was much taller than I’d remembered.
“Babe, two Buds. Hello? Anybody there?”
I looked toward the source of the voice to see some guy waving his hand in front of my face.
“I’m sorry. What did you say you wanted?” I said apologetically, but still slightly distracted.
“Two budweisers,” he said, holding two fingers up as if to drive the point home.
“Got it.”
I grabbed two Buds out of the cooler and popped the tops off, handing them over to him, a gruff-looking guy of about forty or so, with a weathered face. He held out a credit card in my direction.
“Do you want to start a tab?” I asked, nearly yelling through the din of the packed bar.
He nodded yes and then walked away, blending back into the darkness of the huge crowd beyond the bar counter.
I looked back down the bar, searching for the mysterious man. He’d taken a seat by the TV, the same stool he’d occupied the night before. My heart started racing as I walked over to take his order. But before I was halfway there the other bartender, Marcy, had already walked up to him. I watched as she poured him a double bourbon. Then I heard a customer yelling for my attention. I turned around and took his drink order. After serving him I told Marcy I needed to step outside for a second to get some fresh air.
Out in the crisp fall air I tried to get my head straight. I was usually in my prime on Saturday nights. I liked most of our customers and the tips were good. I had absolutely no problem with it being busy. But tonight I just couldn’t concentrate. I knew I wasn’t going to get this man out of my head until I talked to him. So once my breath had steadied I walked back into the bar, doing my best to remain cool and
Did I dare call him? I don’t know why I was even thinking about it. He’d been impolite. He’d made me uneasy for some unknown reason. Something about him had scared me. Was this why I was so intrigued? Maybe. I guess part of me had a taste for the dangerous.
But not tonight. I put the napkin down on my bedside table and turned out the light.
I’m sure I don’t have to tell you I had a hard time falling asleep that night. Eventually I drifted off sometime around four in the morning. I slept in late, almost to noon. This was my schedule as a bartender: late night, and late mornings. I got up and made myself breakfast, watched some TV and read a bit. Around three in the afternoon I went out to run a few errands and take care of some laundry.
Around 6:00 PM I headed back into the bar to start getting things ready for that night. Saturdays were big, so I knew I had to get everything in order. I had to go grab extra bottles of liquor from the basement storage and make sure the beer was fully stocked. The whole time I had that strange man on my mind. Would he show up tonight? The prospect intimidated me. It made me anxious. And yet, I wanted to see him. I wanted to understand just what it was about him that made this nervous energy course through my veins.
Around 7:30 PM, customers started streaming in. These men worked long days out on the ranches that populated the fringes of Houston, but boy, when they cut loose they really cut loose. A little after eight the entire bar was packed. Soon I was so busy I forgot all about the mysterious man of last night. I was pouring beers left and right as the music blasted over the speakers, and the atmosphere was blanketed with the big laughs and bravado of cowboys on a Saturday night.
Then I noticed him. I was taking an order from a customer when I saw him walk through the door, handsome-looking with a confident stride. He was much taller than I’d remembered.
“Babe, two Buds. Hello? Anybody there?”
I looked toward the source of the voice to see some guy waving his hand in front of my face.
“I’m sorry. What did you say you wanted?” I said apologetically, but still slightly distracted.
“Two budweisers,” he said, holding two fingers up as if to drive the point home.
“Got it.”
I grabbed two Buds out of the cooler and popped the tops off, handing them over to him, a gruff-looking guy of about forty or so, with a weathered face. He held out a credit card in my direction.
“Do you want to start a tab?” I asked, nearly yelling through the din of the packed bar.
He nodded yes and then walked away, blending back into the darkness of the huge crowd beyond the bar counter.
I looked back down the bar, searching for the mysterious man. He’d taken a seat by the TV, the same stool he’d occupied the night before. My heart started racing as I walked over to take his order. But before I was halfway there the other bartender, Marcy, had already walked up to him. I watched as she poured him a double bourbon. Then I heard a customer yelling for my attention. I turned around and took his drink order. After serving him I told Marcy I needed to step outside for a second to get some fresh air.
Out in the crisp fall air I tried to get my head straight. I was usually in my prime on Saturday nights. I liked most of our customers and the tips were good. I had absolutely no problem with it being busy. But tonight I just couldn’t concentrate. I knew I wasn’t going to get this man out of my head until I talked to him. So once my breath had steadied I walked back into the bar, doing my best to remain cool and
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