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I’m sure of it when he says, “You really should have written down the orders.” He shoots a glance in the direction of Blackthroat, as if he’s a hunting dog delivering a tasty morsel at his master’s feet.
I’m the morsel in this scenario.
“No, I’m good. I’ve got them all up here.” I tap my temple. “You ordered a caramel ribbon crunch Frappuccino with whip, then changed it to a tall, decaf mocha with only two pumps of chocolate and then a large latte breve with an extra shot.” I wait a beat before I say, “But I’m happy to go back and get you something else.” There may or may not be a tinge of snark in my tone. I lean my hip against the giant, thick slab of polished mahogany that makes up the table. “Or were you just trying to trip me up? It takes more than a coffee order to confuse me.”
He doesn’t smile, but I hear a snort from across the table and a light chuff of laughter from Vance.
I reach across the table to adjust Billy’s coffee cup, so the label faces him. “Were you a bully in high school, too?”
The very serious, professional, haughty looking execs suddenly turn into frat boys in a lounge. Or maybe that’s what they’ve always been, but the suits deceived me. “Ohhhhh, she’s a mouthy one,” one of them cackles. “Serves you right,” Nickel says.
“Are you going to let her get away with that?” Billy turns to Mr. Blackthroat.
What the actual F? Compared to the corporate culture I’ve seen everywhere outside of the board room, the familiarity within this group shocks me. But then, Blackthroat formed the start-up with his cousins and friends from college, so I suppose it makes sense.
“Am I going to let mysecretary’s secretaryhand you your ass when you try to slip her up?” Blackthroat folds his arms across his chest.
Dear Lord, they are very fine arms, thick and corded with muscle. “Yeah, I guess I am.” He turns to me. “Sit in the corner with Indira, that memory could be useful.”
I find Indira seated in the shadowed corner by the door and pull up a rolling office chair beside her. “At first I thought I was being sent to the corner as punishment,” I murmur under my breath.
She rolls her lips inward to keep from smiling.
Mr. Blackthroat’s gaze flicks to me for a moment, and my belly flips. I doubt he heard me. My flutters have nothing to do with fear over losing my job. It’s more like… excitement over his attention.
Score one for the assistants.
ChapterTwo
Brick
I don’t know why I told New Girl to stay in the room, but her muttered comment about it being punishment makes me sprout a chub. I’d definitely love to punish that one. Fold her over my desk and smack her ass while she moans for more. Of course, I wouldn't.
I don’t do humans, and my employees are off-limits. You don’t hunt what you can’t eat.
I pick up the report and start running through it.
I need Indira here to answer or research any questions that arise from it, but there’s no reason for her assistant to stay. No reason I can come up with for asking New Girl to stay other than the fact that she amuses me. And then there’s her exquisite scent. It fills the room, simultaneously stimulating and soothing me.
I like how she looked me in the eye.
I was born dominant. An alpha in the making. I’ve only lowered my eyes for my father, and after I shifted the first few times, he was careful not to demand submission from me, in case I went for his throat. Even as a youth, my wolf was a monster.
I send a glare around the room. No one else meets my eye. They’re my top wolves, my business partners, closer than brothers. And even they know not to challenge my wolf.
New Girl did what no creature–human or shifter–should be able to do. And my wolf let her. Not only did he let her, but he’s not upset at all. No, he’s intrigued.
I run through the reports Indira passed out, then I dismiss the two humans to conduct the more sensitive business.
Pack and family-related business.
“The Adalwulfs–” Vance begins, and I snap my focus back to where it should be.
“What about them?” I snap.
The Adalwulfs are our sworn enemies. A pack and business rival organization from the earliest days of the colony, the Adalwulfs were always second-best until I was eighteen.
When they stole the fucking throne.
