I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Six:

Jordan, Lydia's ridiculously hot, deputy boyfriend, and one his friends came the restaurant tonight. He was nice and good-looking as Lydia had said. He was clearly devoted to her and she was definitely smitten. He was easy to talk to, so I had no complaints.

"Hey Bonnie, can I get another beer?" Stiles asked, before excusing himself to find a bathroom. I grabbed him another cold one and took off the cap, before setting it on the bar, next to his vacated seat.

"You know, I doubt Stiles would actually come out and say anything, but I think he likes you, Bonnie." Jordan told me, seriously. I blushed and looked over at Lydia questioningly.

"Um, are you sure? I mean, I'm flattered and everything, but I'm not exactly single. I've been seeing Peter and Chris. I don't know if you know them or if Lydia mentioned it." I admitted, awkwardly. A look of understanding dawned on his face.

"Oh, you're that friend. I could have sworn she said that was someone else. That's my mistake. I do know them. They're pretty good guys, for the part. Chris is definitely decent. Peter is a little rough around the edges." He said, before finishing his beer. I laughed.

"You only say that, because Peter isn't afraid to do something, even if it's illegal." Lydia reminded him with a knowing smirk. He shrugged with a smile. They're so cute together. I love it.

Stiles flirted with me all night. I'm not sure why I didn't notice it, before Jordan said something. A couple of hours before closing time, Chris came in. Peter was notably absent.

"Hey kitten, how's your night going?" He asked me with a calculating grin. I gave him a small smile, as I looked him over.

"It's been good, but it's better now." I told him with a wink. He laughed and beckoned me to come closer. I leaned over the bar and let him give me a chaste kiss.

"I missed you, baby. Peter has a business dinner tonight that is running late, but I wanted to see you." Chris explained. I nodded, before going back to tending bar, while we chatted.

"I'm glad you came by." I told him with a smile. He eyed me hungrily.

"Jordan, Stiles, it's been a while." Chris said, addressing them both. Jordan gave him a friendly wave, while they exchanged pleasantries. Stiles didn't look as eager, but made polite small talk with him, nonetheless.

I went to the backroom to grab more citrus to slice, when Lydia pulled me aside. She gave me one of her signature knowing looks.

"You know that Chris was jealous, right?" She asked me, talking about Stiles. I must have looked confused, because she continued to explain. "He's the textbook definition of an alpha male. He's possessive and he wanted there to be no question that you're his."

"Oh... I mean, I've never given him a reason to be jealous. Even if I wanted to date other people, the two of them don't give me a lot free time to do so." I laughed.

"No, sweetie, I know you didn't. It's a dominance think. And I'm sure if the situation were reversed, Chris was preen, if you made a show about him being yours." She replied. I gnawed at my bottom lip. She's probably right.

"He's not overly possessive, is he? I mean, you know him better than I do." I asked her. My gut told me that he wasn't, but it couldn't hurt to have a second opinion, right?

"I don't think so." She shook her head. Hm. Good to know. "We shouldn't stay back here too long, though. Wouldn't want Chris to give Stiles too hard of a time." She teased. I grabbed the lemons and limes and followed her back to the bar.

Chris' eyes were on me, as soon as I came into view. His bedroom eyes were in full effect tonight. The look he was giving me made me want to strip out of my clothes and drag him into the backroom.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight, baby?" He asked me, as I started cutting lines. I paused and looked up at him, blushing.

I was in a black skater dress that fell a couple inches shy of mid-thigh. The sleeves were three-quarter length and the neckline was modest, but it fit me like a glove. I had on black Mary Jane's that helped showcase my long legs. I knew that I looked good, but having Chris point it out was a different story.

"I like your hair pulled up like that." Chris added. My blush just deepened. "Do you need help packing tonight?"

"I was just going to pack in the morning." I admitted, biting my lip. We left for our long weekend tomorrow. If he came over to help me pack, no packing would actually get done tonight... but I'm not sure that's a bad thing. "But if you want to help, you can come over after I'm off." I relented. Lydia had given me a ride to work, since we had gone shopping before our shifts started. In all actuality, I could use a ride home.

"I gave her a ride to work. If you want to hang around, I'm sure Bon wouldn't mind a ride home. I'm sure she'd enjoy a ride from you more, anyway." Lydia teased. I gaped at her and wished that I was anywhere but here. Stiles snickered and Jordan had the decency to look taken aback by his girlfriend's brash words.

"What do you say, baby?" Chris asked, not at all embarrassed by Lydia's audacity.

"Sounds good," I replied, meekly. I shot Lydia a quick glare and prayed everyone would behave themselves so I wouldn't die of embarrassment during my shift.

Chris pressed me against the building, after we left the bar. I was thankful that we were in the back, where no one could see.

"You look so damn good, kitten." He told me, as his hands raked my sides. His hand slipped under my dress and rubbed. I squirmed and tried to gain control of the situation. I couldn't let him get me off in public, no matter how late it was or the fact that the employee lot was vacant.

"Not here, daddy. Please. I like my job." My voice trembled and I mentally berated myself being so effected my him.

"How about in the car, baby? Or should we wait until you're back at your place?" He kept teasing me. I groaned and tried not to melt at his words.

"Daddy behave." I hissed. He chuckled and shut me up with his mouth. He licked into my mouth and I submitted to him. I don't know how long we stayed plastered against each other. I pulled away and panted, trying to catch my breath. "Home."

We settled into a bubble bath and Chris was adamant about sending pictures to Peter. They were decent enough. I didn't worry about him sending anything outrageous, because the bubbles and his hands covered everything important.

I was so tempted to just ride him, because I couldn't remember my reasons for not wanting to sleep with him yet. Was it too soon? Does it matter? I was torn.

I cuddled up next to Chris, in bed. We had fooled around a bit, but he didn't push things. He made me come on his hand, once we got into bed. I returned the favor with my mouth.

Now, I'm worn out and ready to sleep. I hope to have clarity this weekend, because I don't have enough will power to not jump their bones, while we're all away together.