Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

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Book: Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Read Free Book Online
Authors: Dixie Lynn Dwyer
completely shocked that these men were weres. He knew wolves existed and most kept their identities to themselves. He had a cousin who was mated to a wolf, so he knew the intensity of finding a mate. Maybe this was Mel’s chance at happiness.
    “I understand, but she might not. She’s independent, and she’s tougher than nails, especially when it comes to men. Tread carefully, guys. I’ll give you some time with her, but she really is needed behind the bar. Plus she has a private party in the back room tonight.”
    With that, Charlie left the room.

    * * * *

    Melissa felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest. It had been exhilarating and exciting to be up on stage and dance like that. Of course she was more confident because of the wig and makeup. She could never do that on a regular basis. Her nerves would be shot, and she didn’t like the way men looked at her as if they had every right to touch her.
    As she danced for Alex, she noticed the brothers that were keeping her entertained all night at the bar. The look in the one big guy’s eyes burned her insides. She never felt anything like that in her life. Then, when she was squatting over Alex, pretending to fuck him with her clothes on, she closed her eyes and she saw the five brothers. It was so crazy that it scared her.
    Her thoughts bothered her as she stared into the mirror. That’s when she thought she heard voices.
    Melissa heard Charlie talking to someone outside of the dressing room door. There were multiple voices, and she wondered who was there. Closing the robe tighter against her body, she moved toward the door when suddenly there was a knock.
    “Yes, who is it?” she called.
    “Friends of Charlie’s. He told us we could come visit you.”
    What the hell were they talking about? Charlie didn’t mention visitors. Why would he do that?
    “Sorry. I don’t know anything about visitors. Go get Charlie and—”
    The door opened, and one by one the five hot guys from the end of the bar came waltzing in. Melissa clutched her robe tighter and stepped back further into the room. They were way too big to fit in the small dressing room. Her breathing grew rapid and it suddenly felt tight and stuffy in the room.
    “What are you guys doing back here? No one is supposed to be back here.” She hated that her voice sounded so shaky and unsure, but these five men took up the small space immediately. If not for the fact that she still wore the stilettos, she would appear elflike next to them.
    “Don’t be frightened. We’re not here to hurt you,” the one guy with shoulder-length hair stated calmly. One glance at the others and they looked ready to devour her. She felt her body warm at their presence, and she wondered, what the hell was wrong? She should be deathly afraid that five extra large men crowded into her dressing room after viewing the performance she just did.
    “Listen, I think you guys got the wrong impression out there. That was just an act.”
    “We know that. We have a proposition for you, though,” one guy stated, causing his brothers to look at him as if he were crazy. Melissa picked up on it immediately.
    “I’m not interested in any of your propositions,” she replied as the same man moved closer. He eyed her from head to toe then licked his lips. Damn, did he have fabulous lips. What the heck? Focus, Melissa, this could get ugly.
    “I think you got the wrong idea. I don’t do sex for money,” she stated firmly, but her voice cracked on the last syllable as the guy moved closer to her. Her hip pressed against the wall and then her back. Son of a bitch, he backed her into the wall.
    “I’m happy to hear that you’re not a whore. I expect more from my woman.”
    Her eyes widened in shock. Was this guy a nut job?
    “Your woman?”
    He reached toward her cheek, and she held his gaze as the deep, dark brown of his eyes seemed to sparkle with black flecks. Then she felt the other hand at her waist before he was inches from her

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