King's Proposal: Paranormal Shape Shifter Alpha Male Cage Fighter Werelion romance (Shifter Fight League Book 3) Read Online Free Page A
Disappointment surged through her. Crap, she had it bad.
The driver didn’t come to the door, but then she didn’t expect him too. Grabbing her clutch from the console by the door, she hurried outside to meet him. He didn’t speak, instead opening the door for her. She avoided eye contact. Was he the same driver from the other night, when she and Logan had…in the back of the car? Shit, he was. Heat hit her cheeks and she disappeared through the open door like a rabbit down a tunnel, curling up in the corner and avoiding looking toward the cabin at the front of the vehicle.
The journey into the city center didn’t take long, and she kept her thoughts off the man she was going to meet and on the scenery passing by the window. Unaccustomed nerves assailed her. She had no idea where they were going. Logan’s text had simply given a time for collection and “dress up,” so it could be anything. A sigh escaped her. Probably another league function for her to adorn his arm and play the airheaded girlfriend. Although Logan appeared to appreciate intelligent conversation, most of his colleagues were dyed-in-the-wool traditionalists. The type that thought women didn’t belong in the fight scene, ever.
She hid her smile. Moon help them then if the female fighter Ky had his eye on came through. From what her brother had said, the girl was shit-hot and twice as lethal as any male fighter they’d ever seen on the circuit.
The car turned a corner and pulled to a stop, dragging a frown from Zara as she looked out of the window and onto a very elegant facade. They couldn’t be…
The door opened in front of her and she hesitated a little, looking up at the chauffeur.
“This is Kroler’s,” she commented, unfolding herself from the car as elegantly as she could manage to look up at the restaurant in front of her.
With gleaming white walls and the name etched into the frosted glass, it was a study in understated luxury and very, very exclusive. The last she’d heard, there was a two-year waiting list for a table and one meal would put most people in bankruptcy.
“Are you sure we’re at the right place?”
“Of course, ma’am. Mr. Reese was very specific.”
She couldn’t argue with that and stepped away from the vehicle to allow him to shut the door. She was still standing there a moment later as the limo pulled away. Gathering her courage, she moved to push open the door and walk in.
The cool rush of lightly scented air washed over her, evidence of hidden air conditioning units. Almost before the door had swung shut, the Maitre D’ bustled forward, a smile on his face.
“Miss Hunter, a pleasure to see you. If you’ll follow me, please, Mr. Reese is waiting for you on the terrace.”
The terrace. A table at Kroler’s was expensive enough, but a table on the terrace? Even she knew bookings for those were like rocking horse shit — virtually impossible to get. Keeping her surprise to herself, she followed the man through the restaurant.
The empty restaurant.
Like totally empty. All the tables were neatly made up but completely devoid of diners.
Hurrying a little, she caught up to the Maitre D’. “Are you opening a little later tonight?”
He smiled, opening the door to the terrace for her. “No ma’am. Tonight we are closed to host you and Mr. Reese. It is not often the king graces us with his presence, and we want to ensure you both have the finest experience at Kroler’s.”
Fuck…ing hell.
Stepping out onto the terrace, her gaze zeroed in on the man sitting at the table nearest the oriental garden with its koi ponds, and she was forced to suck in a breath. Logan Reese had always been an attractive man, but dressed in a suit…
He was simply stunning.
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L ogan stood as she approached , a smile on his lips.
“Zara…you look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She rested her hand against his chest as he leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. Looking up at him, she blurted out, “Did you
The driver didn’t come to the door, but then she didn’t expect him too. Grabbing her clutch from the console by the door, she hurried outside to meet him. He didn’t speak, instead opening the door for her. She avoided eye contact. Was he the same driver from the other night, when she and Logan had…in the back of the car? Shit, he was. Heat hit her cheeks and she disappeared through the open door like a rabbit down a tunnel, curling up in the corner and avoiding looking toward the cabin at the front of the vehicle.
The journey into the city center didn’t take long, and she kept her thoughts off the man she was going to meet and on the scenery passing by the window. Unaccustomed nerves assailed her. She had no idea where they were going. Logan’s text had simply given a time for collection and “dress up,” so it could be anything. A sigh escaped her. Probably another league function for her to adorn his arm and play the airheaded girlfriend. Although Logan appeared to appreciate intelligent conversation, most of his colleagues were dyed-in-the-wool traditionalists. The type that thought women didn’t belong in the fight scene, ever.
She hid her smile. Moon help them then if the female fighter Ky had his eye on came through. From what her brother had said, the girl was shit-hot and twice as lethal as any male fighter they’d ever seen on the circuit.
The car turned a corner and pulled to a stop, dragging a frown from Zara as she looked out of the window and onto a very elegant facade. They couldn’t be…
The door opened in front of her and she hesitated a little, looking up at the chauffeur.
“This is Kroler’s,” she commented, unfolding herself from the car as elegantly as she could manage to look up at the restaurant in front of her.
With gleaming white walls and the name etched into the frosted glass, it was a study in understated luxury and very, very exclusive. The last she’d heard, there was a two-year waiting list for a table and one meal would put most people in bankruptcy.
“Are you sure we’re at the right place?”
“Of course, ma’am. Mr. Reese was very specific.”
She couldn’t argue with that and stepped away from the vehicle to allow him to shut the door. She was still standing there a moment later as the limo pulled away. Gathering her courage, she moved to push open the door and walk in.
The cool rush of lightly scented air washed over her, evidence of hidden air conditioning units. Almost before the door had swung shut, the Maitre D’ bustled forward, a smile on his face.
“Miss Hunter, a pleasure to see you. If you’ll follow me, please, Mr. Reese is waiting for you on the terrace.”
The terrace. A table at Kroler’s was expensive enough, but a table on the terrace? Even she knew bookings for those were like rocking horse shit — virtually impossible to get. Keeping her surprise to herself, she followed the man through the restaurant.
The empty restaurant.
Like totally empty. All the tables were neatly made up but completely devoid of diners.
Hurrying a little, she caught up to the Maitre D’. “Are you opening a little later tonight?”
He smiled, opening the door to the terrace for her. “No ma’am. Tonight we are closed to host you and Mr. Reese. It is not often the king graces us with his presence, and we want to ensure you both have the finest experience at Kroler’s.”
Fuck…ing hell.
Stepping out onto the terrace, her gaze zeroed in on the man sitting at the table nearest the oriental garden with its koi ponds, and she was forced to suck in a breath. Logan Reese had always been an attractive man, but dressed in a suit…
He was simply stunning.
3
L ogan stood as she approached , a smile on his lips.
“Zara…you look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She rested her hand against his chest as he leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. Looking up at him, she blurted out, “Did you
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