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**Andrea's  POV**

I was going to ignore his attention. He didn't seem to want to take his eyes off me, "Did you have a connection with Morgan Freeman?" The charming man asked. 

I kept mute. I didn't want to even say anything more when I had him mention his name. He meant everything evil to m now." I mean do you have a family tie with him?"  He continued with his annoying questions. 

I looked at his sight once more and I remembered him. "Oliver?" I called out his name. "What happened? What are you doing here?"

He asked raising his eyebrow. I felt he was surprised to see me. 

"I should be asking you what you are doing here either. I work here now." 

"You work here now? In a new city? At the bar? how did you get here? I have been asking my friend and business partner Morgan your way about but he told me you had gone back to school, he had to make his stepsister is a graduate. So how is school?" 

Did I just hear Oliver says Morgan called me his stepsister and that he sent me back to school? He had surely been lying to everyone about my absence, "Ooh yeah, school is fine." I said putting on a fake smile. I didn't want to cry either, "I just had to take up a part-time job. Can I talk to you later before my boss comes in and see me busy with a man while I should be attending to customers?"

"Alright, that is fine. Here, have my card. You can call me anytime I had just come into the city for a business trip I will be here for a while only God knows how long provided the deals keeps coming in and my back account gets some more funds. Just don't hesitate to call me, I will like to have a chat with you after now. Okay." 

"Alright, have a good day Oliver." I waved him bye. 

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**Third Person POV**

Working in the bar should have kept Andrea busy, busy with things that mattered but it was the other way round. She should have spent more time getting used to the bar and more time making sure her account notes were faultlessly assembled for ease of readability. 

Rightformn a distance anyone could notice the chaos and loudspeakers.  Inside the bar-room was dark red curtains hung from the walls, entangle only by metal light fixtures that barely cast illumination worthy of the room. A few tables speck the corners of the room, but a massive bar which overtook one of the walls and the mainstay of the room was the dance a floor full of writhing bodies of men and women. 

Elkton didn't seem to be a city with much nightlife, especially of the self-indulgent variety, so surely this must have been one of the few bars of its kind in the city. The outside was perfectly unpretentious. Curled up in an old brick building, Bar Virginia looked like any other restaurant. No bouncer stood outside the door, no line loitered to enter.  Of course, seven o'clock at night was probably a little early for the main crowd, but no one had even tried to make it seem like the bar was anything other than a restaurant.

Andrea was done with her shift so she decided to have a meal before heading home. She had ordered her dinner from the limited menu, already noting the club-like atmosphere, but it wasn't until the bass started thumping and the lights dimmed to barely perceivable levels that she understood she was not where she wanted to be but she had chosen to work at the bar out of frustration.

The food was okay, so she stayed long enough to eat, besides, being the new girl in town, that everyone thought. She couldn't afford to pay for two meals in a single night. Andrea didn't plan to end up in Elkton, but she had always known she would live out west of the Oregon metropolitan area when she left Morgan to begin life afresh. Thanks to her Mom's nagging at her to go back to Morgan. She had left her kids and went away into a new city. In the new city, Andrea looks like the hottest chick in town no one would ever think she was married on even had a child. That was all she wanted a new perspective of life. A new beginning. 

As she prepared to leave the bar, something gave her a pause.

Andrea looked around, trying to identify the sight, or the sound, or the smell that froze her in place. Her eyes had long since adjusted to the dim light and she could make out several people around the room.

For a moment she paused at the sight of an attractive, 5ft 8 inches tanned man with dark hair, but dragged her gaze away after a moment. It wasn't him. Though she could not for the life of her say what it was. 

And there he was.

He was everything.

This thought crashed into her at the same time and Andrea rocked in her seat from the shock of the contact. Attraction, heat, lust, the urge to rut and rut until there was nothing left but the two of them flooded through her and she felt her nipples harden under the practical fabric of her beige bra.

Who was he?

The man held court beside the bar, perched atop a stool. Each of the men and women around him kept anyone else a safe distance away. From this distance, Andrea couldn't make out everything about him, but she stalked across the floor, closer and closer, before she could even contemplate her actions.

The man wore a black leather jacket left open over a gray top and tight, oh so tight, jeans that trailed down to serviceable shoes. His brown hair hung around his shoulders and his blue eyes tilted up. He exuded the tightly coiled power of a born leader.

Boldness flowed through her as she surged forward through the throng, not edging along the dance floor, but cutting directly through it. Before she could reach the man, he stood from his

seat and met Andrea halfway. That handsome, powerful, dangerous man grabbed hold of Andrea's hand and pulled her close, his breath whispering in her ear. Breathing her in as he spoke.

"I'm Adrian."

Yes, yes he was. Part of Andrea wanted to bow before him in worship, but another, stronger part stood straighter as it sought this man. Heat sizzled through her, settling between her legs,

igniting her whole self as she breathed in the scent of him. She took her free hand and wrapped it around Adrian's body. "I'm Andrea."

Did they need anything else? As far as Andrea was concerned even the names were unnecessary. They swayed closely together, their rhythm out of sync with the fast song blasting through the speakers. But Andrea knew that the music could not penetrate the world they were creating. She fit her head into the crook of Adrian's neck, her hands running down his back.

Without warning, without preamble Adrian closed his lips on the pulse of Kelly's throat, his tongue working over the pulse that beat double time. Andrea was tipsy. The fire within Andrea burned hotter and she could feel that wetness between her legs. One of Adrian's hands drifted lower, grasping her ass and grinding their hips together. 

Andrea lost all awareness of where they stood. She was vaguely aware of a dozen stumbling steps. And before she knew it she felt her back slammed against the brick wall in the alley behind the bar.

Adrian pulled back, a smile on his swollen lips and a strange lightness in his blue eyes.

Adrian hadn't expected it to hit him like this. He sat at the bar as he did most nights, surrounded by the pack members and listening to the minutiae of their lives. Adrian kept the major problem, children,  away, the pack separated him from the normal humans, and he enjoyed free dinner and drinks, And none of them could feel that gnawing sensation that had been eating away at him for the last year.

*Mate, mate, find a mate!* His wolf Joe begged, leaving him waking in the night, sweating, dick hard, and on the edge of orgasm. But whatever base urges spurred him on, he resisted. No mate

presented herself and no one in the pack was interesting enough for him to try to force the mating. 

On and on the night went, only feeling longer for that sense that there should be someone beside him. It had never felt this insistent before and he hoped that this was not a precursor of the

things to come. 

Something pricked at the senses of his wolf, sending shivers through him and raising the hairs on the back of his neck. His people noted his response as each one of them bristled in sympathy. 

And there she was. *Mate, mate, find a mate!* It sang through him and Adrian stood staring. he couldn't fight the urge…