Chapter 87: Battle of Wills

(Cassie POV)

The moment that Aaron stepped into our suite, I knew that he was irritated about my choice of outfit. Instead of a mostly modest black dress, I was wearing a black negligée that exposed almost everything, a tight leather skirt, and 4-inch stiletto heels. I was also wearing a black studded choker around my neck.

Aaron looked between me and Paige, and rubbed his neck and shoulder as though he was uncomfortable.

“Sweetheart,” he said hesitantly, “I am assuming you still have to put your shirt on?”

I smiled at him innocently, as though I had no idea that my “top” left nothing to the imagination. “What do you mean?” I asked, pointing to my negligee. “This is my shirt.”

I watched as Aaron battled with his wolf, and as he struggled with what to say next. “Sweetheart, can we talk about this in private?” he asked via mind-link.

“My love,” I responded out loud, so that Paige could hear, “Paige and I were just talking about how male wolves can be… a little bit nutty when