Chapter thirty

"For God's sake, all I asked for was a turkey club, a burger, a beer and coke. I didn't order a six course meal,"

Jacob barked to the lone star steakhouse hostess. "It's already been more than a half an hour!"

The hostess's cherry-red mouth tightened. "It'll be right out, sir,"

"That's what you said the last four times," he grumbled, sinking back down onto the bench. He was as agitated as hell, his boot pounding a staccato rhythm on the floor. He covered his eyes with his hand, horrified at himself.

He had never tried to intimidate a woman with his size and strength before. He had never needed to, but the resistance he sensed in Annie goaded him to keep pushing her, to break down her defenses. He couldn't seem to stop. It was like a bad dream. At this rate, his mate is giving him more hard time then he could imagined

He would bring back her lunch and throw himself on her mercy. Apologize for being such a controlling asshole. He couldn't handle