Chapter Five – Competition
Woof strode over, he had let this woman go once today, and no plum mouthed toff called Tarquin with his posh boy winkle would stop him from having her now. Grinning he sat in the seat next to Jess, with a wink, he looked at her.
“Hey Sexy”
“Are you stalking me?” Jess asked, ignoring her racing pulse, and the feeling of being more than happy to see him.
“Nope, are you stalking me?” Woof asked with a smirk
“Nope” Jess answered, his presence sending waves of want through her body
“So, what are you doing here?” she asked,
Woof grinned, holding eye contact with her.
“Wetting the baby’s head” Woof smirked, then took a sip out of his bottle.
“do you come here often?” Jess asked, then mentally face palmed, that was the most stupid line she could have ut
