Dating Agency Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (BRIDES fur BEARS Book 6) by Natalie Kristen Read Free Book Online Page B

hated every minute of
his date. From the looks of it, the date had been a huge success.
Both Scarlett and Damien appeared to have enjoyed themselves
immensely. They had laughed and talked throughout dinner and seemed
perfectly comfortable and happy in each other's company. She was the
only one who wasn't happy at all with how things turned out tonight.
    Pulling up at her house,
Penelope slammed the car door so hard she almost shattered a window.
    She was marching up to her
front door when she heard someone cough.
    “You're home early.”
    She whirled round and saw
Damien leaning against a tree.
    “You! What are you
doing here?” she demanded.
    “I'm stalking you.”
    Penelope closed her mouth
with a snap and glared at him.
    “It's my turn to follow
you around,” he said as he sauntered up to her. “Since,
you know, you've been stalking me the whole evening.”
    “I wasn't stalking
you,” she said, lying through her teeth.
    “You were outside the
restaurant.”
    “I...was just taking a
walk around the restaurant.”
    Damien leaned towards her and
whispered, “You followed me in your car.”
    Penelope folded her arms
defensively. “I was driving home.”
    “You were outside
Scarlett's house,” he breathed into her ear.
    “And I saw you kiss
her!” she yelled, shoving him back.
    Damien straightened up with a
victorious, conceited smile.
    “It was only a kiss,”
he said innocently.
    “A kiss,” she
fumed. “You actually kissed her.”
    “I thought you'd be
happy. The date was a success!”
    “I'm glad,” she
snarled, stabbing her key viciously into the lock.
    Damien followed her and
continued pestering her. “Do you know why the date was a
success?” he persisted.
    “Sure. You like her,
she likes you, wham bam!” The door flew open with a bang.
    Damien caught the door firmly
when she tried to slam it in his face.
    “No, Penelope,”
he said in a low voice. “The date was a success because now I
know how you really feel about me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

    Penelope gasped and pushed
hard at the door, trying to close it but the door wouldn't budge from
Damien's grip.
    “No, Penelope,”
he growled. “You are not shutting me out.”
    “Go away! You're not
coming in!” she hissed.
    “Oh yes I am.”
    With that, he nudged the door
wide open and strolled into the house. Like a boss.
    Penelope stood at the door,
spluttering with rage. “I didn't invite you in.” With
one hand on her hip, she pointed. “Out!”
    Damien pretended he didn't
hear her, and made himself comfortable on the couch. He patted the
seat beside him and winked. “Come here. Or...maybe you'd
rather sit on my lap?” He smoothed his palms over his muscular
thighs, shamelessly enticing her.
    Penelope made a growling
sound in her throat. She wanted to throttle him, but Damien was
stronger and bigger than her so she couldn't use force to get rid of
him.
    She couldn't possibly
manhandle him out of her house. She had to make him walk out on his
own. But the strange thing was that she didn't really want him to
go. On some instinctive, intuitive level, she knew that if she got
serious and told him very politely to leave, he would walk out her
door and never bother her again.
    With a quiet sigh, she closed
the door and walked over to him.
    “Come here.”
Damien patted his thighs invitingly. “I want you on my lap
now. After that, I want you on your back.”
    “You…you're
impossible!”
    He chuckled and pulled her
down to him. Catching her around the waist, he tugged her towards
him and she landed on his lap with a loud “oof” and a
string of expletives.
    “Don't struggle,
Penelope,” he ordered, catching her hands.
    “Let me up!” She
tried to elbow him but he twisted away and flipped her onto the
couch. Before she could scramble up, he covered her body with his
and pinned her down beneath him.
    His lips hovered above hers,
and she was fully aware of his thick erection pulsing against her
thigh. His hands moved slowly from her