As much as Tatum could read his tension, Wyatt could immediately sense the spike of irritation that rolled off of Tate as he approached. He was sure she didn't really like his attitude, but honestly, he didn't give a fuck. He'd had a royally shitty fucking day. Now he got to cap it off knowing that she'd been out with Victoria and having her sister get her into god knows what kind of shit. In that dress, to boot. As Tate bent to remove her shoes, her dress rode up her ass just far enough to throw Why into a tizzy. He would fucking kill Viki. KILL HER.
Tatum's defensiveness was proof positive that someone, or a few someones, had to be reminded that she wasn't available that night. Wyatt got into the other vampires personal space, backing her up against the door so that she was trapped. "Oh, I am aware of how well you can take care of yourself most of the time, Tate." Now they were chest to chest, Why allowed him a second to glance down at her ample bust as his hands began to play at the zipper on the side of the dress, "Ridiculous? Would I get territorial over something that's 'ridiculous'?"