Gabrielle
“Gabrielle.”
I jumped guiltily , the vodka in my glass sloshing over my fingers but even that icey liquid was nothing compared to the stare Diablo was throwing my way as he stopped right in front of me. So close I had to crane my neck to look up at his face.
I knew he expected me to look away, to avert my eyes and every part of me wanted to. He was an alpha after all. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Not after he had humiliated me.
“Oh hey.” I gave him a smile, trying to hide the fact that I was wiping my wet fingers on my dress.
“Oh hey? Is that all you have to say?” His voice was low, lower than I had ever heard it. The big mean kitty was mad. Fancy that. But he could be mad. I was mad as hell as well.
“Did I do something wrong?” I smiled up at him, my hand
