Hollywood Tiger: BBW Tiger Shifter Paranormal Romance (Hollywood Shifters Book 3) by Zoe Chant Read Free Book Online Page A

divorces in her background, who could blame her?
    He discovered the strongest, strangest urge to find out everything about her, to hear her voice in all her moods. To see her eyes looking up at him again, twinkling full of fun and molten-amber with passion—
    Dennis let his breath trickle out as he gripped himself inwardly. Why the hell was his tiger stirring now? It had to be the prospect of the hunt. Yeah, it always seemed to stir when Mindy was around but that was coincidence. He refused to believe it was anything  more.
    He shoved the tiger down below the surface—again—and sat back as Agent Sloane took over the conversation. You had to hand it to the expert, how he swiftly went over the paperwork for subcontracting then smoothly segued to giving Mindy most of the truth, without any mention of the possibility of shady shifters behind that sadsack Haskell—especially his connection to that sinister international snake, Torvaldsen.
    In this case, literally. Dennis ordinarily didn’t mind snake shifters. One of his old buddies back in the small town where he’d grown up was a rattler shifter, absolutely deadly in her snake form, but a mellow, easy-going friend when she was human. She loved lying about in the sun, and only moved fast if she sensed rats.
    But Torvaldsen and his kind, the shifters who hunted humans . . . something bad happened to them when they got a taste for human blood. Not only did they hunt and kill humans for sport, they tended to put their minds to gaining enough wherewithal to pursue their obsession at serial killer level.
    And that’s what Agent Sloane, Greg Ling, and Amanda Peretti, the departmental tech expert, had dedicated their lives to flushing out and putting away. The world wasn’t ready for shifters as it was. If ever word got out about the evil ones, no shifter would be safe ever again.
    “So, any questions?” Agent Sloane sat back, and Dennis returned his attention to the conversation.
    “I think I got it. Fill this stuff out, you set things up, Dennis and I investigate under our cover as a pair of clueless newbies to the film world. Any questions, I can ask you guys, right?” Mindy asked, with that open look again from those big amber-colored eyes.
    “Any time. Any place,” Dennis said.
    Blink. Agent Sloane sent him a narrow glance, and Mindy’s lips parted.
    Shit. Dennis forced a smile, trying to inject some ease into the situation, because that had come out way too intense.
    Mindy flicked a look at him, midway between puzzled and wary, then nodded. “All right. Call me when you’ve set it up. I’ll be ready.” She rose. “Thanks for the mocha.”
    Agent Sloane rose to go with her, and held the door. Dennis brought up the rear so he could watch her unconscious prancy walk, and the sheer poetry of her hips under the swinging skirt.
    A thought struck like lightning: Was she going commando right now?
    He nearly walked into the door.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Mindy was used to being nervous before a job.
    She compulsively checked everything over and over—her cell charged with all its handy apps loaded, her recorder ditto, packed inside her soft curved purse with the handle that turned inside out in case she had to nose it over her back as a dog. She’d bought a new slithery halter dress that she could slip out of in ten seconds flat, this one a loud tropical print that plunged low in front. She put on another pair of stylish flat sandals that wrapped up into a tight sausage with the dress.
    She had carefully put on evening makeup, which looked overdone in the light of day, and skinned back her hair into a little puff at the top of her head, tied by a Hermes scarf. She finished the look with bright crimson lipstick that matched her tropical print dress. Then she pulled a crimson scarf around her shoulders, and looked at herself in the mirror.
    She shuddered. She looked like a total ho.
    At least I have decent cleavage , she thought. She was used to dressing in