“Uh, sorry about that. You know, before.”
She waved her hand dismissively not bothering to look at him. “Whatever,” she drawled. Slamming the door to the dryer she spun, keeping the clothesbasket between them. He noticed her gaze travel to where Ryan stood with her friend. The couple was locked together from lips to waist. The woman’s slim, toned legs wrapped tightly around Ryan.
“Looks like they’re getting along great. How about we grab a drink at Chugs and get to know one another?”
She threw a baleful look his way. “How about we don’t.”
“What?” He couldn’t have heard her correctly. She did know they were mates, right?
“Why bother? From your reaction when we came in, you aren’t the least bit interested in me.”
Well, fuck. Guess that answered the fan with a crush question. She certainly wasn’t. What the hell did he do now? He hadn’t had this much trouble with a girl in—well, ever. Crossing his arms across his chest he couldn’t stop the frown from forming on his face. Maybe he needed to state the obvious. “Listen Red, I’m sure it hasn’t escaped your notice but just in case let me break it down for you. We’re mates.”
She had the audacity to snort. “I don’t give a shit,” she stated calmly.
“Well, I do. We’re mates, fated to be together from now through eternity. I intend for that to happen.”
Clutching the laundry basket tighter, her knuckles turned white and the basket started to bow. “Good for you,” she gritted out.
“No, good for you. You should be thrilled I’m your mate. Any other woman would be.”
Her jaw clenched, the muscle popping out a little. She turned her head slowly in his direction. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in shallow, measured breaths. When she finally looked at him, he could see the anger and hurt in her eyes. “I’m going rogue. Find some other mindless woman to cater to you cause it sure as hell won’t be me.”
His mouth dropped open in surprise. Before he could form a response she stormed towards the entrance.