Free ROMANCE: Highland Bear Love : A BBW Paranormal Historical Billionaire Romance (Fantasy Alpha Male Shape Shifter Short Stories) by Clara Moore Page B

but I just saw a brunette step out of his tent, her hair all sexed up.”
                  Emily stopped, as if a thought just came to her. She lowered her voice. “Wait, are you in there with him? When he asked you over for s’mores, did he mean for you to be the marshmallow between the cracker and the sweet stuff? Was this a ménage à trois?”
                  “No,” Kendell answered, looking towards the door of the study, thinking of the bear who rescued her. “I found someone else.”
                  “Damn, girl. These boys are tripping all over your curves. When are you going to listen to me and become a plus-sized model? You’re too beautiful to be a wielder with your big hazel eyes and kissable lips. Don’t tell my boyfriend, but you’ve always been my girl crush, so if you do ever want to go all Katy Perry, make sure–”
                  Kendell wasn’t listening. A man had entered the study carrying her clothes. He was gorgeously delicious, with dark brown hair and chiseled features. He stood tall, his muscles flexing through his green thermal top, which matched the color of his eyes. He was built strong – like a bear.
                  “I gotta go,” Kendell said, keeping her eyes on the man as she ended the call.
                  “Good morning,” he greeted, his voice deep and heavily accented.
                  “Those are my clothes,” she said, indicated the pile of folded laundry he held. It was the best she could muster. He made her want to rip the dress shirt she wore off, her bare skin an invitation to do more than just rescue her.
                  “I had my housekeeper wash them,” he explained, setting her clothes on the sofa. Then he quickly added, “She dressed you, after I brought you in. I apologize that you had to sleep in the study. The house is big, but none of the rooms were ready, still full of dust. We don’t get many visitors.”
                  “So you must spend a lot of time in the study,” she speculated, pulling on her jeans as she spoke, not caring what he saw. “You know, because there’s no dust.” She left the dress shirt on. It was like a gown on her, but she felt safe wearing it, protected. And it smelled good – earthy, like him.
                  “I do spend a lot of time here,” he admitted, studying her with an intensity that would normally make her shy, but with him she welcomed it. “I like to read, when I’m not fishing.”
                  “Or saving women from a pack of wolves.”
                  He looked uncomfortable. “I didn’t save you. I found you in the woods.”
                  He was a terrible liar. It made her like him even more. “It’s okay,” she asserted. “I know about shifters. My cousins are shifters. They get it on their dad’s side of the family. I know you are the bear who saved me.”
                  She couldn’t read how that made him feel. “So you know the wolves that chased you were shifters too?” he asked.
                  “Yes. I do.”
                  “Why were they after you?”
                  It was her turn to feel uncomfortable. “I don’t know,” she said, looking down. “Because they’re wolves. That’s what they do. I came here on a glamping trip with my friends. I wasn’t expecting to be chased in the woods by wolves like some chic in a bad fairytale.”
                  He smiled, his teeth brilliantly white against his tan skin. “Glamping?” He was mocking her.
    “I’m sure you know what glamping is. Look at this place. You some gazillionaire or something like that, Mr. Fisherman?”
                  “Dermott,” he introduced. “Dermott O’Donnell. And yes, something like that. I have a company in the city. It does well.”