Nara

"You," a voice says, from upstairs. I turn and see Adrian walking down the stairs.

I hate how handsome he is. It almost annoys me. Dark hair, blue eyes, the kind of face that belongs on a magazine cover instead of leading rogues.

"Done gawking, little princess?" he smirks, standing too close to me and letting his scent envelop me. The two wolves at the bar burst out, and I growl at them.

"What do you want?" Adrian asks. His gaze drifts lower to my cleavage for the briefest second before returning to mine.I'm wearing a sharp, tailored black blazer, a silk blouse with the top buttons left undone,...