Big Bad Wolfie

By the end of the night, I was in a separate room from the rest of the club with our guy.

The club has small rooms with couches, and slow music, and red and purple lights to help "set the mood" for who knows what(even though we all know what).

My mood though, couldn't be happier, no matter how fancy the lights.

Because sitting excruciatingly close to this man on this couch, is making me remember what the group told me about this particular piece of information.

I don't need it out of his mouth. I need it off of his person.

I need to steal a computer hard drive off this guy.

  It's convenient because he already expects me to be running my hands all over him.

  "So, how do you wanna —"

  "Shhh, just close your eyes," I smirked at him.

  He narrowed his eyes at me, but was still grinning.

  I batted my eyelashes, "Please?"

  He did it.

  And I whacked him over the back of the head with one of the pieces of décor.

  He fell onto the couch, limp.

  Because even if it wouldn't have been suspicious that I was intensely surveying his body with my eyes and hands, that's gross. Even if it's fake, I don't even wanna act like I'm enjoying it.

  I shuddered.

  Besides, he's a werewolf, so hopefully if he has a bump or something, he'll heal by the time anyone finds him here.

  And everyone will just blame his passing out and the fact his last memory was of a pretty girl sweet talking him on too much to drink.

  And boom, my group and I disappear like we weren't even here. Successfully avoiding a war over 7 high-rankers assaulting a worrier from a different pack.

  In order for that last part to happen though, I need to get the hard drive.

I searched his pockets and jacket and found nothing in either.

I sighed, why me?

I ran my hands down the guy's wide torso — let's just say it's obvious he's a worrier — and looked for anything that might feel off. I didn't get any results there, so I moved onto his lower half.

I gave both his legs a thorough pat down and even checked his boots.

Nada.

I groaned, you've gotta be kidding me.

I climbed around him and struggled to get his jacket off.

It's kind of a good thing too because, the lack of boots and jacket will help sell the story the he just passed out while having some fun.

I pulled on the arms and just about everywhere I could reach to get the dang thing off, but the way he's laying is making it impossible.

I gritted my teeth and shook my head.

I gave an aggressive tug to get the annoying fabric out from under this seemingly million ton man, and it worked.

I got it out from under him.

But it made us both topple off the couch and, of course, his million ton self landed on top of me.

"Ughh!" I whined, pushing and pulling at him to get him off.

Realizing I was getting frustrated(and honestly a little cloister phobic) I took a deep, exaggerated breath.

I ended up regretting it because of the mixture of alcohol and BO that hit my nose immediately. On the bright side, it cleared my mind.

to remove his jacket while he

Once I got my left hand free from stuck between us, I went to work on removing the sleeves, then removed the whole

time, just in case, but got the

I can't believe I'm about to

rapped my arms around the man

He stirred.

Crap.

I froze.

and he didn't move again, so I continued with a

Please don't wake up,

I got to the collar of his shirt and froze again, but for a

feels like there's an

arms and took a deep breath in

a lot of effort, I

then sat up to pull out the

I slit right under where I know the object is

It was a computer hard

I smirked,

  The man groaned, "Five more minutes

I hopped to my feet with a snort and scurried out of the

•••Jason's POV•••

  I knew the second she came

down the whole time she was

first thing that hit

the f**k was

She skipped closer with an adorable

His scent's all f**king over

"Got it," She chirped, holding up the computer

I only glared, focusing

It didn't do much to keep me from wanting to go

what? That sounds like a pretty good idea. I

'I agree, let's go

himself between me and Maria (making his head look rather rip off-able, as well) but the logical side of me and the part that loves my friend is still hanging by a thread, telling me he

But I'll deal with her

know the man who touched my girl resides,

Oh. . .

  He's unconscious.

  But Maria's scent

on in here, because if it's anywhere near where my mind is headed, someone is going to

  Suddenly, Maria popped into the room with an eye roll. "What did you think you were

through my nose, the scent hitting me

the f**k did you do to

eyes narrowed,

mouth for a quick and witty response,

What am I

  'I think you're implying that she took advantage him

Well when you put it like

'You sound like an @sshole accusing her of raping

  Hey!

  'What?'

idiot? Stop talking to the little voice in your head and

'This little voice has a name, princess.

"What? Huh?"

and have some fun, y'know, take a little break because of how ahead of schedule we are," Zach grinned, but I knew he meant, 'take

But I don't

goddess we're off that "what

. . Do I really zone out for that

sure, sounds cool," I

  Everyone cheered.

Maria ran off to

I rubbed

now. I need a distraction. Maria's scent mixed with that scumbag's is burning

  "Hey, handsome."

find a girl with