Page 43 of The Dinner Party

“Hello, Sloan.”

The disembodied voice coming from the living room startles you. You flick on the light and find Blair waiting for you in the corner of the room, fury in her eyes.

“Where’s my car, Sloan?”

“Oh,” you say. “Well, there was an… issue with it. But I’ll have it back to you later. Later today. I promise.”

She takes a step towards you, her hands balled into tight fists. “Didn’t I tell you that there would be trouble if anything happened to my car? Isn’t that what I said?”

“Your car is fine, Blair.”

“Then where is it?”

“I promise, it’s⁠—”

Before you can explain, Blair picks up her selfie stick from the coffee table and comes running at you. You aren’t really worried because it’s just a selfie stick, but then you realize she’s been planning this. She’s attached some sort of razor-sharp point to the end of the stick, which impales your chest. You collapse to the floor, blood pouring from your wound, draining the life out of you.

On the plus side, you get an excellent selfie of yourself while you’re dying.

THE END

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The way Carson is looking at you, you just know what he is thinking. He wants you. And you want him just as badly.

You’re going to go for it.

You leap into his arms, pressing your lips against his snout. It is the best kiss you have ever had. You make out for another minute, and then you start pulling off your blouse. You expect him to rip it open the way he did with his own shirt, but instead, he backs away.

“Whoa!” he says. “What are you doing?”

Oh God, how embarrassing. You totally got your signals crossed. “I… I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to…”

“I like you, Sloan,” he says seriously. “But I don’t do that.”

“You don’t?”

“No.” He frowns. “I plan to wait for marriage. Of course.”

What? This super handsome werewolf guy is waiting for marriage? How is that possible?

“Oh,” you say.

“I know it’s a little unconventional.” He shifts, a bit uncomfortable. “But I feel like with the right woman, she’ll understand and want to wait like I do.” He gazes at you in the moonlight. “Are you that woman, Sloan?”

“Um, sure,” you say. “I can wait.”

Maybe he’ll change his mind.

It turns out Carson drives a pretty cool red Jaguar. He takes you back to his sprawling mansion, and when you get there, you do not make love even a little bit. You sleep in separate bedrooms until your spectacular destination wedding in the Balkans, where all the guests attending are wolves. It’s a magical day, and you’ve never been so happy.

On your wedding night, you and Carson make love for the very first time in a castle you’ve reserved on a hilltop. It’s every bit as amazing as you imagined it would be.

As you lie together in bed when it’s over, Carson snuggles up against you. “Wow,” he sighs. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah. I almost want a cigarette.”