Free Curves for the Werewolf Cowboy (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance, Alpha Wolf Mate) by Cassie Laurent

~ Amber ~
    I remember his order exactly: double bourbon, neat. A drink for a man looking to do some serious drinking. Woodford Reserve, too. Top shelf stuff. A man with class, and money perhaps. I almost did a double-take when he ordered, surprised by both the drink and the man. He didn’t look like the type to come to a dive like this, and that sure as hell wasn’t the type of drink you ordered when you found yourself here.
    But I didn’t have the time to pay him much mind. It was a Friday night. The bar was hopping, the music was loud, and I had other customers to serve. So once I poured his bourbon and placed it in front of him, I headed off to serve the rest of the customers crowding the bar.
    I made the rounds, pouring beer after beer for the cowboys and ranch hands who packed the bar. These were loud, uncouth men, used to living on the edge of the frontier. I say that with a bit of irony. The little dive I work at is just on the outskirts of Houston, so it’s not like we’re so far from civilization. But these men who come in here every night, they’re sure an unruly bunch. The type of men who don’t give a damn about anyone else and are quick to fight if you look at them the wrong way.
    Most of my nights here were spent fending off the advances of these drunken cowboys. Oh, I’d flirt a little bit of course, it helped with the tip. But these men were delusional if they thought I’d be going home with them. I think they knew that, too. It was just a familiar game they played, and I played along, but only to a certain extent.
    “Hey, sugar, I sure wouldn’t mind those curves ridin’ me tonight” said one of them drunkenly.
    “Charming. Very charming. I’m sure that line works on all the girls, doesn’t it? So, what’ll you be havin’?” I shot back.
    “I’ll be havin’ you if I play my cards right,” said the drunk cowboy with a wink.
    “Honey, you don’t even have a pair of deuces. You want a drink or what?”
    “Yeah, get me another Bud,” said the cowboy.
    I poured him his drink and moved onto the next customer. Best not to linger, I thought. Don’t want to give this man the impression I’m interested in him.
    Working my way across the bar, I eventually found myself in front of the strange yet handsome man who ordered the double bourbon. His tumbler was empty, set in front of him like a challenge. He gave me a look that told me to fill it up with more of the same. I poured him another double and placed it in front of him.
    “If you wanted another you should have gotten my attention, I didn’t mean to leave you waitin’ like that,” I said with a smile, being polite and cute in my playful southern way.
    “I’m not in any rush. The night is young.”
    “Very young. Not even past eleven. You let me know if you need anything else, OK?” I said with a wink.
    “Sure,” said the man, stone-faced in his response.
    Something about his look gave me a chill as I moved onto the next customer. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. It made me nervous and self-conscious. I opened two Bud Lights and handed them to the another customer. Then I looked back at the man, still sitting at the end of the bar. He wasn’t looking at me, his eyes were fixed on a baseball game on the TV overhead. A wave of relief washed over me; maybe I had been imagining everything.
    I stared at him momentarily, trying to figure out what about him had freaked me out so much. To someone less perceptive, he might look like any other customer. He was dressed the same, his face was tanned, and his muscles were big. Presumably from long days out on one of the many ranches in the area. He was handsome though, and there was a dark streak in him. Something scary and sinister. The more I stared at him the more I saw it in him. It was so real I could almost feel it. I’d never seen him before tonight.
    My face turned pale as I saw his dark eyes staring back at me. I turned my head away and pretended to be entering a