Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl, #1)(30)
I really wanted to whore out in this moment and say, “Whatever I want?” in a sultry voice, but I decided playing hard to get was better.
I looked at my bare wrist, which didn’t have a watch on it. “I dunno, I mean it’s getting late and you’re all dressed up. I’m not sure I have time to get ready.”
His eyes flashed yellow for the slightest second as his wolf came to the surface. “I think you look amazing.”
Dammit, he was so sweet.
“Alright, well, I guess I could run home and change. Where are we going?”
He grinned. “Eugene will bring you. Just be ready by six?”
I nodded and he lingered for a second, looking down at the flowers in my hands. “Are you happy here, Demi? I know it’s probably a lot different from Delphi … but my intention was to bring you here for a better life. You’re happy, right?” He frowned and I found myself mystified by his genuine goodness.
Hah! Yes, this place was different from the reject magic school. He had no idea. Banishing a wolf was the cruelest thing you could do. Being the only wolf at Delphi had plagued me from kindergarten.
“I miss my parents and my best friend Raven … but other than that … I’m happy.” I gave him a small smile.
He nodded, seeming relieved. “Good. I’ll see you tonight.” When he turned to walk away, I found myself wondering if Sawyer was happy. No one probably asked him that. I decided to do just that tonight on our date.
“Holy shit you look hot.” Sage admired me from where she sat on my couch eating Oreos.
“Really? It’s not too … revealing?”
Sage snorted. “Have you seen the other girls on their date nights?”
Yeah, I had, they fucking advertised it to everyone and made sure we all got a peek of what they were wearing: short dresses, cleavage, six-inch-high heels. I was modest, so this was a bit much for me. Sage had let me borrow a baby blue lace tube top that ended just below my breasts, and then I wore a high-waisted black silk skirt with a bow in the center. That all looked too Barbie for me, so I threw on some black fishnets and my Doc Marten boots and I was ready to go. I showered in like four minutes, managing to shave and not cut myself, but there was no time to do my hair, so I let it airdry in beachy waves.
The clock struck six p.m. and Sage jumped from the couch. “Okay, you have to kiss him tonight. I’m sure the other girls have and he needs to know you have chemistry.”
I frowned. “Eww, you think he’s been kissing all the other girls?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, not all of them, but I’m sure some are trying. Look, just be your amazing self and let him know you’re interested, that’s all.”
Was I interested in a guy who might have potentially kissed forty-nine other girls?
Gross.
But my thoughts went back to what Sage had told me when she’d found him in Montana.
About wondering if anyone would ever love him back.
Walking over to the door, I threw it open to find Eugene and Walsh both dressed in suits. “Hey.” I hadn’t really seen Eugene much since that night with the vampire attack.
Walsh’s gaze flicked behind me to Sage. He nodded once at her and then focused back on me.
Poor Sage.
“Good evening, Miss Calloway.” Eugene gestured for me to walk with him and I did, letting the door close behind me. Sage would find her way back to her dorm eventually. Or not and she’d be there waiting to hear every word when I got back.
Either way, I wasn’t worried about it.
One by one, the girls came out of the dorms to glare me down as I passed. As we strode by Meredith and her evil clan, who were playing pool, they all stopped what they were doing and stared.
“Assassin,” I heard one whisper loudly.
Oh God, are you serious? A month later and this assassin thing was sticking?
Great, just freaking great.
When we stepped outside the dorm, I paused, my breath catching in my throat. A long sleek black limousine was waiting for me, with a driver opening the back door.
As far as I knew, Sawyer didn’t send limos for the other girls … but maybe he did and I just didn’t watch. I mean, I saw like five girls go out to dinner with him before it made me sick and I stopped watching. He could have…
Before I could overanalyze it, I stepped inside and expected Eugene and Walsh to follow me in, but they didn’t. I was so used to having a shadow now, being without them was weird.
“Wow,” Sawyer said from deep inside the limo and I jumped a little. “You look…” He paused, seemingly at a loss for words. In the dark car, all I could see were two amber eyes staring at me from the black depths.
“Beautiful?” I offered nervously.
The shadows moved as he crawled along the bench seat, making his way over to me slowly. When he reached me, the seat dipped with his weight as I leaned into him and he met my gaze. “Ravishing.”
Heat flared to life inside of me, like an inferno that would never be cooled but by one thing. I swallowed hard.
“I mean … you look okay,” I joked.
He grinned, a soft chuckle emanating from his throat. “God, I love your sense of humor.”
Shit, I didn’t do real emotions, I mean I could, but I sucked at it. Being sarcastic was an easier shield for me to hide behind, but being with Sawyer felt so deep, like an endless ocean.