The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

Lexi's POV.

'I'd like to get to know you. Let's have a few more drinks and you can tell me about yourself,' he suggests and I down the last of my cocktail.

'Okay, let's do it.'

We order another round of drinks and sit down in one of the secluded corners of the bar, he sits close to me, close enough that I can feel the heat from his thigh against my own. I try to remind myself to breathe and not panic, I never expected to meet my mate anytime and I'm not prepared for this.

'So, do you come here with your friends often' He questions me and I decide that he is starting with the simple questions to get me to relax it's working.

I quickly sip my drink for more liquid courage. A guy has never made me nervous; it's never been like this before. I decide that I need to try and get the situation back under my control.

'Yes, I do, actually. What about you'

'Sometimes. I'm surprised I've never seen you here before.'

'Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough,' I respond, and he smiles at me, momentarily causing my heart to palpitate.

'Trust me, Cara, I've been looking for you,' he says.

I swallow hard, before I can think of something to say, he changes the topic.

'What do you do, Aria' He asks and for a moment I'm distracted by his thick fingers wrapped around his glass.

It takes me a second to hear what he says, and a stab of guilt erupts in my stomach as he calls me Aria.

'I work in the clinic on my parents' territory,' I tell him, I want to let him know about my parent's straight away.

Alpha parents tend to scare a lot of guys off. I watch his reaction carefully and his eyes harden.

'Your parents are Alphas' He asks, his voice controlled but tense.

'Yeah, it intimidates a lot of guys,' I say.

He nods, his jaw clenched, I decide to ask him about his life instead.

We talk for another hour or so, I learn that Rixon works long hours so doesn't have much time to date.

Thank the Moon Goddess, I'm a jealous kind of girl.

He asks about my dating history, and I think he is quite relieved that I've never had a boyfriend.

I watch as he swallows his drink, his large hand around the glass, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down on his throat. These small actions are driving me crazy, and I notice the second he smells how much I want him, my attraction is obvious. His pupils dilate and he turns to look at me, narrowing those dark eyes of his.

'When can I see you again' He questions, his accent is delicious and strong, just like him.

I know it is obvious that I'm mentally undressing him, but I can tell from his intense gaze that he is mirroring my thoughts.

'Are you calling it a night' I ask, raising an eyebrow at him, trying to hold back a smile.