Jakob's eyes went black then lightened to an almost unnatural degree of bright yellow-gold. "This is more important," he said. "It's the weekend, anyway."
She couldn't fight the electricity that zipped over her skin just being near him. Her pulse was racing and in that moment, her heart overruled her brain by a miniscule margin, and she gave in. "Alright," she said, and gave him her address.
5
Bree double checked herself in the mirror. Her dress was tight and clung to every voluptuous curve of her body. She especially liked the way her breasts rounded out to form a nice line of cleavage skinny chicks could never get without implants.
The light green of her dress highlighted the deeper green of her eyes, and she added a dash of red to her lips before pressing them onto a napkin to blot the excess. How long had it been since she’d gone on a date? She’d given up dating some time ago, and was surprised to find she was actually a little nervous about the evening. When the bell rang, Bree's startled so hard she almost jumped. Ok, maybe she was more than a little nervous. She shuffled down the hall of her apartment and slipped into some black heels before adjusting herself one last time.
Jakob stood outside the door, flowers in hand, feeling silly. The typical courting rituals weren't usually done when you found your mate. They weren't necessary. Mates were usually other lion shifters who instinctively knew they were supposed to be together. Things like dating and courtships were usually skipped. It went from claiming to having cubs.
Bree was making this more difficult than it should be, but he also found that to be something fascinating about her. He felt as though he already knew her, yet he could not wrap his mind around exactly what made her tick. She infuriated him in ways no woman ever had. Jakob had become accustomed to getting his own way, especially where women were concerned, and now he found himself having to work for his mate’s affection. It aroused the predator in him like nothing else ever had.
"So, you're not a model?" Bree asked after they'd been seated.
The restaurant they were in was far too fancy for her taste. Bree shifted in her seat. At the table next to them, a woman in a Valentino dress drank Dom Pérignon like it was water.
Jakob laughed. It was a rich sound that made her body tingle and long to touch more than just his hand.
"No. I suppose you could call me an entrepreneur. I own several companies, and buy other companies that I think will make me more money."
"That sounds… hmmm… exciting," Bree said, her voice betraying her white lie. She shuffled her hands nervously. She didn't like the idea of wealth. Despite the money her family had, she'd never been comfortable with it. Having money always made you want more money, and once you were on that hamster wheel, there was never enough of it to satisfy. She'd watched her parents spend more time with their money than they had with each other, or even her.
Jakob's face twitched. "I've worked hard for wealth. My work supports my family, and I like having control over my own life, a control that isn’t possible if one is always struggling from paycheck to paycheck to earn a dollar."
His words felt like a dig at her, but there was something else he'd said that was far more alarming. "Your family? Are you married?" She was horrified she hadn't thought to ask. Of course a man like him was married. She'd seen too many couples break up because of infidelity, and she would never allow herself to be a part of that, no matter how much Jakob made her head spin.
"No," Jakob said, taken aback, "I'm not married. I meant my brothers."
"Oh," Bree was surprised at the depth of her relief. She was definitely attracted to Jacob’s scrumptious body and sculpted good-looks. In fact, she hadn't thought it was possible for her to want a man so much, so fast.
The waiter brought champagne in an elegant gold bottle embossed with a lavish golden spade. The bottle looked more expensive than the watch Jakob wore on his wrist. The champagne was poured for them, and Bree read the label.
"It's Armand di Brignac," Jakob said. "Brut gold." He added these last words as if they should mean something to her.
She smiled and sipped the champagne. It was silky and creamy and Bree wanted to get rid of it. She would've rather had wine in a box than this stuff sitting in front of her. She picked up a menu, trying to relieve her mind of its discomfort. The menu prices were like a punch in the jaw. One hundred dollars for soup and salad! Was that for real?
Jakob caught Bree eyeing the bottle of Brignac and held his head high, proud that he'd made the right choice. Wealth and power were always an attractant to the fairer sex, and he possessed both in abundance. "It's one of the best champagnes in the world," Jakob said, intending to entice her further. "Only the finest restaurants stock it. Three thousand a bottle." The last part might have been considered a bit gauche, but Jakob was proud he could afford such luxuries. Soon Bree would have them too.
Bree dropped her menu. Her eyes were narrowed, and her lips were drawn together tightly. "What's wrong?" Jakob asked.
"How much did you say?"
"What?"
"The champagne. How much did you say it costs?"
"Oh," Jakob relaxed. His enticement had done the trick. She was impressed. "Only three thousand. You can buy it cheaper wholesale, but the way the restaurants mark things up..."
Bree snatched her purse from the table and slid her chair back abruptly.
"Are you going to the restroom?" Jakob asked, uncertain. He did not like uncertainty.
"No. I'm leaving," she snapped.
"Leaving?" he stood up now and reached out an arm to stop her. "Why?" He was shocked to find tears in her eyes.
"I knew this was a mistake. Why did you bring me here? Just to show off?"
"Well..." Jakob felt himself stumbling. He wasn't accustomed to such outbursts. "Yes."
Her mouth dropped open and her cheeks grew red. Jakob had no idea what to do. It angered him to feel so clueless.
"This,” she gestured back and forth between herself and him, “Could never work between us. You're everything that I despise." Bree ran out of the restaurant and Jakob stood looking after her, baffled, as patrons at the tables around them pretended not to notice.
6
Blake paced the room again. The moon was bright tonight, soon it would be full. No matter. Blake was a master at self-control. Hadn't he proven that time and time again, assisting Jakob with his business ventures?
Mark walked into the room and snapped the light on just as Blake's plan was beginning to shape itself.
"Blake?" Mark asked. He'd come in for some of Jakob's scotch—Jakob allowed them to it whenever they wanted—and found Blake standing in the dark, looking crazed. Mark thought the moon had gotten to him, which it did from time to time to all shifters, and some humans too, or so he was told.
"What?" Blake snapped.
"Err..."
Blake liked Mark most of the time. He did as he was told. Blake wondered how deep his loyalty to Jakob ran.
"Doesn't it upset you?" Blake shouted from his place near the window.
"What?"
"Jakob. Out with his Bree. Blowing the deal with Remy because of her."
Mark shrugged. "He found his mate." It was simple to him. He was happy for Jakob.
"Yes, but does that mean he should choose to disregard us? Forget his pride?"
"Well," Mark said, suddenly uncomfortable. He wasn’t comfortable with where this was going. "The pride has plenty of money. Jakob’s always done right by us."
"Jakob's money," Blake corrected.
"I guess. But, we all share it. We all have our own interests in the companies—"
Blake cut him off with a growl. "How can you defend him? He chose a woman over us, his brothers."
Mark hadn't really thought of that way. When viewed in that light, it was sort of irritating.
Blake saw Mark's doubt and dialed down his outrage, he needed to sound calm and rational. "If he wants to be with his mate, that's fine. I have no desire to stop him. But does he need to neglect his royal duties? There a
re others amongst us with no mate who would be happy to fill his alpha position as King. That way, Jakob could concentrate on what's truly important to him now—his mate."
Mark thought Blake might have a point. If Jakob didn't want to devote time and effort to leading the pride anymore, someone else could be crowned.
Blake didn't want to push. The seed was planted. He could see it in Mark's eyes. Mark would tell William, and William would tell Tony. The seed would spread quickly.
"Did you come in for scotch?" Blake questioned. Mark nodded. "I'll join you."
Bree raced down the sidewalk, her hand waving for a taxi she couldn't afford. The tears stung her eyes, and worse, her dignity. She'd been stupid enough to almost let herself believe there could be something real between her and Jakob. Now, it was obvious she had allowed herself to be blinded by his handsome leonine looks, rather than open her eyes to the reality of who he was as a man. There could never be anything more between them than an awkward pairing of social class.
"Bree, wait!" Jakob was running towards her. He moved so fast and so gracefully, it almost seemed as though he was flying. "Tell me what I did," he said when he reached her side.
She shook her head and turned away. He grasped her shoulder—not too roughly, just hard enough to spin her around—and force her to face him. She closed her eyes, afraid the sight of him would make her forget herself again. Bree did not date. She did not take lovers. She did not have money and did not care to know anyone who did.
Jakob surprised her by wrapping his heavily muscled arms around her. She gasped at how good he felt. The warmth of his body, the strength of his muscles, the nearness of him was like nothing she'd ever felt. It was as though her body was melting into his.
Jakob explored her voluptuous curves beneath his fingertips. He dropped his hands to her waist, and when she didn't protest, her rounded hips. The flesh under her clothes filled his palms and set his heart racing. Her scent was all over him now. He drew it into his nostrils in long, deep breaths and held it, refusing to let it go.
"This won't work," she said. Her voice was muffled, her face buried against his shoulder. "I don't like money."
He started to laugh, then thought better of it. It seemed preposterous to him, but she was serious.
"We shouldn't have come here," he said.
She nodded into his chest. She could hear people walking past them and hoped she and Jakob weren’t drawing too much attention.
"Let's just walk then," Jakob said. His voice was deep and velvety smooth.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were glistening and he longed to kiss her full, ruby lips.
"Walk?"
He nodded and took her hand in his, pulling her along. Stunned, she fell into step beside him. The moon was large and bright, and her hair glowed under it. He liked the short, sassy style she chose. So different from the women of his past.
They walked in silence to a park and strolled over a bridge with a small creek running beneath it. There were no words exchanged, but both were invigorated by the buzz of electricity that ran between them in the starlight. Bree was the one to break the silence.
"I like you," she admitted, though it pained her to do so. "But this can't work."
"Let me try again,” he asked, a little too demandingly, “Tomorrow."
She shook her head. "Your job... your money..."
"Is that all you see when you look at me? Money?"
She bit her lip. Jakob longed to bite it too.
"No," she said. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Normally she would never give a guy like this the time of day. There was no such thing as lasting love, or a love that could overcome obvious differences like social class and values. She knew that. Yet, she hadn't been able to get her mind off of Jakob for longer than two minutes since she’d bumped into him.
"Tomorrow," he said again, forcefully, but not as demandingly as before.
"Maybe if I plan things?" Bree piped up.
"No. I'll plan it." His voice was harder than he'd intended. "It will be perfect. I promise."
Bree wanted to argue, but she was too entranced by his eyes. They were glowing. She thought it was the moonlight at first, but they kept getting brighter and lighter. It was as if glistening golden flecks were floating inside them.
Jakob took a deep breath and forced his eyes back to their normal hue. Now was not the time to reveal his secret. His mate looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Jakob couldn't resist. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.
Jakob's lips were almost as hot as his hands as they descended over hers, and she felt as though they would devour her. Bree's mouth opened instinctively. A strange tingling began in her toes, nipping at them like static electricity. The tingling spread to her legs, increasing its strength. Soon her entire chest was embraced by a heat and an energy not of this world. When the heat moved to her head, it stretched to Jakob like the tentacles of a jellyfish, and a lightning bolt struck Jakob and Bree at the junction where their mouths met.
She drew away, gasping for breath. Jakob's hands trembled. He hadn't known what to expect when they kissed, but this... this was beyond anything he could have imagined.
"Tomorrow," she said, unable to decline. She let her hand graze his cheek. It buzzed against his skin. He nodded his head, prepared to do anything necessary to claim Bree as his Queen.
7
Sunday came and went. Bree had completely forgotten that she'd promised to have dinner with her parents, and was duty-bound to cancel her date with Jakob. He suggested going with her to her parents’ house, but there was no way she'd ever let that happen.
Bree was a bit frightened of what was happening to her. She dreaded the time away from him. During the night, she'd dreamt of him again—of their bodies touching, skin against skin. She still hadn't seen his bared chest muscles, but at times they seemed impossibly huge, like under his clothes lurked the body of the Hulk.
Bree and her parents were just sitting down to dinner when the bell rang. Her parents introduced Walter. Walter was a bachelor stockbroker who was worth millions. Bree cringed. "Nice to meet you," Walter said, taking Bree's hand. It felt cold, and she immediately longed for the heat of Jakob’s touch. She smiled and nodded, but said next to nothing all through dinner.
"Our anniversary is coming up soon," Bree's mother chimed in between mouthfuls of veal.
"Yes. I know," Bree clipped back.
"Will you be coming?" Bree's father asked. She smiled at her father, feeling slightly warmer towards him than her mother. He'd been ill lately, and despite Bree's dislike of their lifestyle, he was still her father.
"Yes," Bree sighed. There was no way around it.
"Wonderful!" Her mother clapped her hands together. "You can attend with Walter."
Bree shot Walter a look. He was beaming stupidly at her.
"No!" Bree said, a little too loudly. Walter's brow furrowed and her mother scowled, which made her look like an octopus. "I mean," Bree gulped. She didn't want to go with anyone, let alone the idiot sitting across from her. "I already have a date."
Bree's mother raised her eyebrows, clearly disbelieving her daughter’s claim. "Who?" she demanded.
"Jakob Moore." Bree regretted it as soon as she said it. Everyone around the table laughed.
"What?" Bree asked, feeling the heat rise in her chest. "Don't you believe I could get a date?"
"Of course," Bree's mother said, "but Jakob Moore?"
"What?" Bree asked again, feeling like the butt of a joke. "Who is Jakob Moore?" That was a great question. One Bree hoped to answer on their date tomorrow.
"Only one of the richest men in the world," her mother said, looking at Bree with pity.
Walter handed Bree his cellphone. A picture of Jakob blazed across a website, the caption above it read: WORLD’S TOP TEN RICHEST ELIGIBLE BACHELORS. Number one was Jakob Moore. She quickly scanned the article and learned that Jakob was not only one of the riches bachelors in the world, but also one of the to
p ten richest men. Period. It showed a picture of Jakob with a very stern, almost scary looking man standing next to him. She wondered if the man was one the brothers Jakob had spoken of.
"It's a different Jakob Moore," Bree said, handing the phone back to Walter.
Monday at work was rough. Bree couldn't believe her dumb, stupid luck. Of all the guys to fall for, why did it have to be one of the richest men in the world?
It's just a crush. It will pass. But she wasn't sure she believed her inner voice this time.
She spent the day at work trying to listen to her clients, but gave up halfway through the day. They were all rehashing the same stuff anyways. He cheated. She cheated. They cheated. It was a great big circle.
At the end of the day Bree rushed home. She was actually eager for the promise of a perfect date with Jakob. She hoped it was a picnic in the park where he'd first kissed her the other night. Or maybe watching old movies at his house and eating popcorn from the same bowl, so their fingers could touch every time they went for more.
When Jakob finally knocked on her door, she was dressed in dark blue jeans and a green blouse that hung low on her chest and made her eyes sparkle.
Jakob's jaw dropped open when he saw her. "You look beautiful," he said, and handed her a large box with a giant bow wrapped around it.
"A present?" she asked, excited.
"Something for tonight." Jakob flashed his perfectly straight, gleaming white teeth in a confident and easy smile, certain he'd gotten things right this time. "Open it."
Bree ripped the box open and her face fell. The dress inside was beautiful, sequined, glittering like diamonds, a Christian Dior, worth at the very least, five thousand dollars.
"I thought we were keeping it casual tonight," Bree choked out, trying not to sound as upset as she felt.
"Yes. But we still need to eat. Would you rather we go to McDonald's?"
"No, but there's a wide range between McDonald's and Christian Dior dresses!"
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