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

staring at the napkin with the mysterious number written on it. He was handsome, yes. He looked strong, muscular. But at the same time there was something a bit too refined about him. He was ruggedly masculine with tanned skin, but he didn’t look like some common ranch hand. And from what I could tell, he wasn’t. He’d said he was passing through on business.
    Did I dare call him? I don’t know why I was even thinking about it. He’d been impolite. He’d made me uneasy for some unknown reason. Something about him had scared me. Was this why I was so intrigued? Maybe. I guess part of me had a taste for the dangerous.
    But not tonight. I put the napkin down on my bedside table and turned out the light.

I’m sure I don’t have to tell you I had a hard time falling asleep that night. Eventually I drifted off sometime around four in the morning. I slept in late, almost to noon. This was my schedule as a bartender: late night, and late mornings. I got up and made myself breakfast, watched some TV and read a bit. Around three in the afternoon I went out to run a few errands and take care of some laundry.
    Around 6:00 PM I headed back into the bar to start getting things ready for that night. Saturdays were big, so I knew I had to get everything in order. I had to go grab extra bottles of liquor from the basement storage and make sure the beer was fully stocked. The whole time I had that strange man on my mind. Would he show up tonight? The prospect intimidated me. It made me anxious. And yet, I wanted to see him. I wanted to understand just what it was about him that made this nervous energy course through my veins.
    Around 7:30 PM, customers started streaming in. These men worked long days out on the ranches that populated the fringes of Houston, but boy, when they cut loose they really cut loose. A little after eight the entire bar was packed. Soon I was so busy I forgot all about the mysterious man of last night. I was pouring beers left and right as the music blasted over the speakers, and the atmosphere was blanketed with the big laughs and bravado of cowboys on a Saturday night.
    Then I noticed him. I was taking an order from a customer when I saw him walk through the door, handsome-looking with a confident stride. He was much taller than I’d remembered.
    “Babe, two Buds. Hello? Anybody there?”
    I looked toward the source of the voice to see some guy waving his hand in front of my face.
    “I’m sorry. What did you say you wanted?” I said apologetically, but still slightly distracted.
    “Two budweisers,” he said, holding two fingers up as if to drive the point home.
    “Got it.”
    I grabbed two Buds out of the cooler and popped the tops off, handing them over to him, a gruff-looking guy of about forty or so, with a weathered face. He held out a credit card in my direction.
    “Do you want to start a tab?” I asked, nearly yelling through the din of the packed bar.
    He nodded yes and then walked away, blending back into the darkness of the huge crowd beyond the bar counter.
    I looked back down the bar, searching for the mysterious man. He’d taken a seat by the TV, the same stool he’d occupied the night before. My heart started racing as I walked over to take his order. But before I was halfway there the other bartender, Marcy, had already walked up to him. I watched as she poured him a double bourbon. Then I heard a customer yelling for my attention. I turned around and took his drink order. After serving him I told Marcy I needed to step outside for a second to get some fresh air.
    Out in the crisp fall air I tried to get my head straight. I was usually in my prime on Saturday nights. I liked most of our customers and the tips were good. I had absolutely no problem with it being busy. But tonight I just couldn’t concentrate. I knew I wasn’t going to get this man out of my head until I talked to him. So once my breath had steadied I walked back into the bar, doing my best to remain cool and