MATE OF THE WEREWOLF (Changeling Encounters: An Erotic Paranormal Sex Story Of Sexual Blackmail And Domination) (5 page)

Wishing she had worn the apron home, she jerked again
at the bottom of the snug skirt with more than a hint of
frustration, hoping she wasn’t flashing anything more than some
bare thigh.

Exhaustion tugged at Kara’s body and her stomach
rumbled. She had gotten so busy at work that she hadn’t taken the
time to eat. The small, cozy restaurant had been busy, much busier
than usual because it was Friday night. She had actually been
grateful for the customers. The tip money she had in her backpack
was all that stood between her and a completely empty bank account.
Maybe she could buy a few groceries now that she had a few bucks
from tips. Her cupboards at home were bare and her roommate seemed
to be in even worse financial shape than Kara. Lydia never bought
food and whatever Kara bought disappeared quickly.

Last semester! You can make it.

Damn…it had been a long four years, and Kara felt
much older than her actual age of twenty-eight years. Actually, she
just felt old. Period! Most of her classmates were barely legal
drinking age and were all about college partying, while Kara could
only think about making it through each day, getting one step
closer to graduation.

Kara had lost her parents in an auto accident at the
age of eighteen and was pretty much alone. After working for
several years as a waitress, barely surviving, she knew she had to
either go to college or resign herself to struggling through life
with no end to poverty in sight.

She didn’t regret the decision to go to college, but
it had been difficult, an arduous and lonely road that she could
only be grateful was almost over.

You’ll make it. Almost there!

Kara stopped abruptly as the sidewalk started to tilt
and her vision blurred. Oh, shit. Her hand reached out to grip the
post of a streetlight to steady herself as her brain whirled and
her body trembled. Dizziness made it impossible to function, to
advance any farther.
Damn it. I should have taken the time to
eat
.

“Kara!” She heard the low, no-nonsense baritone
filter through to her foggy brain. The voice was abrupt, but it was
reassuring to know that someone who knew her, who recognized her,
was here.

Shaking her head, trying to clear her vision, Kara
tightened her grip on the metal post and willed herself not to pass
out on the cold stone pavement as her body swayed precariously,
preparing itself for the fall.