Stefan: Le Beau Brothers: New Orleans Billionaire Wolf Shifters with plus sized BBW for mates (Le Beau Series Book 3) by V.A. Dold Read Free Book Online

corner, the flutter that had started in his stomach a week ago amplified. Who or what was in that corner? Before he had the opportunity to investigate, a group of lovely ladies joined the crowd.
    Stefan Le Beau caught the attention of a waiter carrying a tray of champagne and offered the refreshments to the ladies. As he greeted each with a smile and a flute of bubbly, he realized he had dated each of them in the past six months. He made small talk while he tried to extricate himself from his self-made fiasco while secretly scanning the room for any women he hadn’t dated.
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    El observed Stefan from the shadows, and bit back a few choice comments she was aching to fling at him. Having grown up with only her father and his ranch hands, they would be juicy words, too.
    She needed to find someone to talk with so she could take her mind off of that Lothario. It hadn’t been easy, but she’d made her way across the ballroom without being seen and was now safely hidden among a group of attendees.
    I’m such a coward.
    Even though she was sure he wouldn’t know who she was or notice her for that matter, she didn’t want him to see her in the spray-on gown Emma forced on her. What was she thinking?
    I’m not Madonna or Miley Cyrus. People are going to think I’m walking around wearing pasties in this thing.
    She still wondered how Emma had gotten a dress the exact color of her skin tone with black lace strategically placed over her nipples and crotch.
    With her heart heavy, she watched Stefan flirt with a group of beautiful women across the room.
    Sighing she wondered, why do I even care ?
     
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    Stefan had barely escaped from the clinging mob of estrogen when Marcus joined him.
    “Why the scowl?” his brother asked, gray eyes twinkling with mischief. “Poor Stefan, already date all the women here?”
    Correction: ex–brother.
    “Cute. Go find someone else to annoy.”
    “No, he probably got turned down for the first time in his life and can’t handle the shock,” Cade said, coming up behind them. “Lose your mojo, Stefan?”
    “Screw you. I could get any woman in the room to go home with me, your wife excluded, of course.”
    Marcus grinned at Cade. “Shall we take bets?”
    “Hell, yeah! We’ll choose a woman in the room and Stefan has to get her to go home with him.”
    “Great idea.” They were both scanning the room when Cade spied El. He tipped his head in her direction. “The woman in the…is that see through?”
    Stefan squinted to see who he was referring to. The damn room was too dark and too crowded, all he could see was she wore a flesh tone and black lace dress.
    Oh, who cares? I’ll win regardless who she was.
    “You’re on. If I win, you give me your house in the Caymans for a week.”
    “If we win, you clean the dog kennels for a month at Simon’s compound when it’s finished,” Marcus smirked. He could tell by the gleam in Cade’s eye, he recognized El Jorgenson, too. She had the reputation of avoiding men, especially handsome men like Stefan. This was going to be fun to watch.
    Cade and Marcus laughed and slapped him on the back before leaving him to mingle with the crowd. Stefan scowled at their retreating backs, then grumbled, “Bring it on, guys.”
    Left to his own devices, he scanned for the woman who would be his lucky date of the night. Where had that gal in the see-through dress gone anyway?
    Stefan didn’t notice El as she walked behind him, making her way through the congested room. But, she couldn’t get away so easily, his nose twitched as a heady scent grabbed him by the ears and swung his head around.
    Who’s that?
    The woman held her head high, confidence emanated from every pore. He couldn’t see her face, she’d already passed him and all he could see was her backside. And what a sweet backside it was. Stefan’s mouth watered as her hips swayed. Whoever she was, she didn’t just walk, she definitely swayed.
    If her scent hadn’t been enough to cause