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whispered frantically in his ear.
    “Sorry man,” the guy said. “It won’t happen again.”
    “Thank you,” she smiled, and started walking back toward the bar.
    Gabe grabbed her bicep and growled in her ear.
    “My office. Now.”
    “I have to cash out with the bar first,” she said, smiling.
    She refused to let him see how much he affected her.
    “Later,” he growled.
    He dropped her arm and stormed through the crowd. One look in his direction and the patrons tripped over themselves to get out of his way. Even the women who had hit on him earlier kept their distance.
    She didn’t have to see his face to know the look, and when combined with the way his growl had rumbled through her body, she nearly melted into a puddle of goo. His words had raced straight to her core, and her pussy tingled, desperate for his touch. Liquid heat soaked her panties, and she silently swore. Another gush of heat, and her essence would drip down her inner thighs.
    Might as well get this over with!
    She tucked her tray under her arm and made her way through the crowd to Gabe’s office. She knocked twice on the forbidding barrier, and then let herself inside.
     
    ***
     
    Gabe made it to his office two full minutes before Michelle. He balled his hands into fists as he waited, affronted by her leisurely following pace, and his bear grunted in agreement. He toyed with the idea of tracking her down, but he didn’t want to make a scene. He still had a reputation to uphold, and while they were at the bar, business had to come first.
    After wearing nothing but jeans for a little over a year, Michelle had arrived for her shift in a short, frilly skirt. The same one she’d worn last Halloween if he weren’t mistaken. The fluffy material amplified her big, round ass and he’d seen more than one shithead try to reach out and grab a handful of her soft, perfect flesh.
    When he’d walked out of his office earlier in the evening, he’d honed in on her easily, as if they were already mated. When he’d seen the short skirt, his cock had hardened to the point of pain. Michelle turned away from him, and after fighting off the usual crowd of groupies, he’d made it to the bar in time to hear her say she had a boyfriend.
    Everything around him blurred as the words sank in. He felt as if he’d been kicked in the chest, and the momentary lack of oxygen threatened to send him to the floor. Somewhere in the distance someone shouted his name, and he followed the sound and gasped for air.
    “Gabe!”
    He looked at Jared and the man looked ready to jump over the bar. The bartender might be trouble, but the man always had is back.
    “You okay, man?” Jared asked, filling a glass with water.
    He walked the few feet to the bar, and downed the cool liquid.
    “Yeah…thanks.”
    He searched the crowd for Michelle, and when he could breathe normal again, he continued his covert following. If he hadn’t had a minor freak-out, the guy who’d dared to touch her ass would have never made contact.
    It had taken every ounce of willpower he’d possessed not to break the guy’s hand without a warning. When the younger human had questioned him, he’d been ready to prove why you never mess with a bear shifter in love.
    Shit!
    He might not understand it, but he knew the thoughts were true. He loved Michelle, and he had since the moment they’d met. Some of his anger abated, but he couldn’t relax.
    He stood in front his desk, in the center of his office, with his hands still balled into fists, and that’s how Michelle found him. Her gaze immediately went to the hole he’d made in the wall earlier in the week, and then she focused on his hands, as if searching for injuries.
    Her eyes widened the moment she zeroed in on his hard cock, and the damn thing jerked in approval, desperate for her touch. Her wide eyes met his and she licked her upper lip as if issuing an invitation. He knew the move wasn’t conscious, and he cleared his throat, walking past her to