Fighting Fate

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appeared cold but when I saw her eyes widen in fear at the idea of being escorted off, I felt bad. T

s the way the birthday man, Greg, was staring at me the whole time. when I told you about e

the guys who h

, I was encroaching on someone he viewed as his, so I quickly made my excuses. Seeing as

I like the ch

ifter. I opened the thirty-five year and poured him a generous measure,

lost himself in the red tables and card pla

n her top became ruined. I had to intervene. If she went home, Greg wou

od for Pauline and her fancy jacket. When I promised to buy her

That isn’t my scene at all. Too much power play, reminds me too much of pack

to stand closer to her something shifted in her. As I took in her new appearance the coldness melted, leaving only her pretty face flushed with

lf,? my policy for avoid

om Greg was desperate to out-macho the situation. After watching me escort her

jealous idiot, I silently toasted as

out impressing her I could tell. To be fair I think she gave every guy in t

ing down. Greg, our lucky birthday boy, had managed to drink so much of his precious scot

To my surprise, Miss Wilding took up a seat at the bar whilst her brunette friend

face, determined to not end on a bad

glass from me, her finger brushed against mine and I felt a sudden fizz and crackle of conn

u mean,” she said icily, sliding t

aight answer. This time she didn’t break eye contact and I could see the layers

w how to handle any situation but for once I had no idea wha

er cheeks colouring a little as I took the chips from the bar,

r boss?” I asked, curious as to wh

…” she started, then looked across at him asleep in the booth, “I could alw

e bet on you being a good emp

have me,” she said with a raised eyebrow causing me to

away. As though someone turned down the volume leaving just us faci

e sits. Callum and the staff were sorting out the drunken party goers with ta

s empty as she softly sips her drink and watches me. All I know is I want her