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Elliott looked at the big metal door with the wolf head knocker and balked. There was no sign on the outside or even darkened windows to indicate this was a nightclub, just a big metal door. The entire lack of a line or roped off area made him extremely nervous. He almost ran.
Almost.
However, Anthony had asked him to come, ordered him really. He couldn’t say no to Anthony. He didn’t know anyone who could. There was something about the man that made you want to make him happy, want to do what he asked.
No matter how ridiculous.
Like wearing leather pants and a copper-colored mesh shirt. Hell, even the boots were an Anthony requirement. There was nothing so embarrassing as having your new boss take you shopping and then demand your attendance at a bar...club…whatever.
He wasn’t even sure it was legal for Anthony to do that. Of course he wouldn’t be the one bringing it up.
He’d met the man’s mate.
Tentatively he took the wolf knocker and banged it a few times.
Immediately, the door opened to a tall lean man with short black hair and massive shoulders. Cool grass-green eyes looked him up and down. “Yes?”
Nerves had Elliott shaking his head back and forth, more of a spasm than a voluntary movement. “Um, A-Anthony invited me.”
“Name?”
“Elliott Samuels.”
Those green eyes examined him intently. “Samuels?” He knew what the guy was implying, but he didn’t have a pack. He’d never had a pack.
“I’m half-wolf. No pack.” He wasn’t ashamed, no matter how piercing the other man’s gaze.
“Can you shift?”
Elliott didn’t know why it mattered, but he nodded. “Full independent change.”
Some half-wolves couldn’t. Couldn’t shift or involuntarily shifted under a full moon, their control not as good as their full wolf counterparts, but not Elliott. His wolf was a quiet submissive creature. It had to be coaxed out beneath the moon, but it could be coaxed.
“Excellent.” The man gave him a smile that could only be called…wolfish.
Elliott had the dizzying sensation he was the prey in this scenario and he wasn’t entire certain he disliked the idea.
The man pulled a phone from the clip on his low riding black jeans. Elliott blinked at how low those jeans really rode. He discretely turned his head so he couldn’t be caught staring inappropriately.
“I need a replacement.” The bouncer’s voice was low and pleasant, sliding through Elliott’s body like an aural aphrodisiac.
Damn he was fine. Elliott willed his body not to harden. His leather pants left nothing to the imagination. They might not ride as low as the hot bouncer’s jeans but they had a snug fit. If he became hard, the fact he wasn’t wearing underwear would be apparent to all. Damn Anthony, he convinced Elliott to do without his boxers saying it would give him unattractive lines.
He was reconsidering his current employment.
“Coming,” a scratchy female voice said over the speakerphone pulling Elliott’s attention back to the bouncer.
The gorgeous wolf hung up and pinned Elliott with those stunning green eyes.
“It will be just a moment.” He flashed a wicked smile. “Like what you see?”
Elliott swallowed. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to stare.” He could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment, one of the problems with having pale skin. His mother always said he inherited his great-grandmother’s Irish complexion, but since the woman died before he was born he only had a few grainy photographs to support the theory.
The bouncer chuckled. “If I didn’t want people looking I wouldn’t wear them so low. I’m Parker.” He held out one massive paw to Elliott who cautiously took the other man’s hand. He was surprised at the handshake. The larger man was careful of his strength, apparently he wasn’t one of those men who felt more manly if he crushed everyone’s hand to prove he was stronger.
“I’m here.” A pretty woman who was even shorter than Elliott’s five-nine walked up the stairs. She took one look at Elliott and gave a wide smile. “I’m Shara, who are you?”
“This is Elliott,” Parker said, blocking Elliott with his larger frame before she could offer her hand. “Anthony invited him.”
“Hmm. And it takes a personal escort to take him to Anthony?” Her eyes were brilliant blue, sparkling with mischief.
“Just give me fifteen minutes,” Parker growled before turning back to Elliott. “Come with me.”
Elliott resisted any possible smartass response that involved coming and the hot black-haired man leading the way with his tight, round ass. That didn’t stop him from looking though.
Parker glanced back at the pretty auburn-haired wolf and bit back a growl. He searched his mind for the perfect present for Anthony. The man was going to get a big reward for bringing Parker his mate. Unless he intended Elliott for someone else, then they were going to have words.
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