Chapter Two

 

Chelsey couldn’t believe she was going through with this. She didn’t even know this guy. But that’s what she wanted. A one night stand with a complete stranger. Not just any stranger. She was sick of giving her all during sex with her ex-boyfriends only to be unsatisfied in the end. She hadn’t dated anyone in over six months and had even promised herself to become celibate until she found the right man to marry. Maybe she couldn’t have her cake and eat it too. Maybe finding the right man and great sex was like finding a needle in a haystack. So why not have great sex while the right man came along? She had become miserable and downright horny waiting, so had decided to take drastic measures into her own hands.

There was really no dare at all. This was all her idea. She had lied to the sexy wolf shifter. But even as she caught a glimpse of his sexy ass filling out his jeans as he led her away from the nightclub, she knew she was already invested in him.

The man was the perfect representation of a bad boy with his black shirt pulled taut across his chest muscles, the six o’ clock shadow on his handsome face, the way he wore his denims fitted against his ass, and the slow and easy gait of his walk. He was the type of man that she had never brought home to her dad--her uptight, overbearing dad who was also the state governor. Her identity was another reason why Chelsey hadn’t given her name to the stranger and was also the reason she had worn more makeup than she usual. Her parents tried to keep her out of the limelight as security measures, but every so often she’d end up in papers or tabloids. Her dad wasn’t exactly popular with the shifters of this town. She didn’t get into politics at all. She sometimes often hated the fact that her dad was governor. She hated the attention and the responsibility of pretending to be someone she was not. Going away to college had been her first taste of freedom.

“Well, what’s it gonna be?” he asked, as they came to the middle of the lot yards away from the nightclub. “My place or yours?”

“Neither.”

“You got someplace else in mind?” he asked.

Under the full light of the moon, she was able to see him up close. He was gorgeous in a rugged kind of way. His blond hair was disheveled in every direction possible atop his head. He didn’t seem to care. She was sure he knew just how good-looking he was. He used his charm on her as though he were certain she wouldn’t say no to him. His blue eyes roamed over her body as if he couldn’t wait to get her alone. She had almost forgotten that he wasn’t human at all, but a full-blood shifter.

“I’m new to the area. My family just moved here. What about a hotel? A nice one,” she replied. “I’ll follow you.”

It was partly true. Her parents had moved two counties over after her father had won the election last year, which was also the same year she moved out to live on the college campus upstate.

He grinned. “I’m on the bike over there.” He pointed to a group of Harley’s near the back of the lot.

“I’m in the white Lexus,” she said. “See you in a little bit.”