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Kai’s scowl is mixed with an upturn of his lips that makes me think he’s amused. I’m sure of it when he wipes at his massive, naked chest as if he’s brushing off lint. All it does is draw my eye to his perfect body and make my pulse pound in my head. My thoughts are clouded with peeling the rest of his clothes off. I’m a mess. I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly as I stand. “I’m going to go check on the food.” While I know an executive assistant would bring our takeout to the meeting room, I need to get away from Kai before I do something stupid.
The moment I get out of the room, the temperature feels like it drops ten degrees, which is crazy since our building is carefully climate controlled. I think about the way Kai’s presence is overwhelming me, and I’m embarrassed that I can’t get my desire under control. If anyone who works for me were this flustered, I’d pull them from the project so fast their head would spin. And then I’d send them to sexual harassment training for a week.
The door to the ladies’ room squeaks when I push, and I walk over to the sinks. My purse thumps on the counter, and I search for my brush so I can fix my hair. After two attempts, I achieve perfection and sigh. That hotter-than-Hades werewolf may think he has the upper hand, but he’s messing with the wrong woman. In a test of wills, I always win.
Chapter Two
Kai’s table manners surprise me. He places his napkin in his lap and waits for me to be ready to eat before slicing into his steak. I put a piece of meat in my mouth and notice Kai watching me before he does the same. His eyes widen slightly when the rich taste of beef hits his tongue, and a slow smile forms on his face as he chews and savors the flavor.
His scowl may have had my blood pumping, but his smile warms my heart. “Pretty tasty, huh?” I scoop up more food, and stainless steel utensils clang against my plate.
Kai rewards me with a tight nod before he forks up a big bite of baked potato drenched in butter, sour cream, and chives. His eyelids fall for a second in what I think is pleasure at the flavor, and I imagine what werewolves usually eat. I wonder if it’s out of necessity instead of an enjoyable experience. I flash to a scene where the two of us are in bed and I’m feeding him waffles with strawberries and cream. The cream and red juice from the berries dribble down his chin, and when it drips to his chest, I lean in to lick… Oh my god, I’m doing it again! I chomp down on a green bean hard enough to make my teeth hurt.
I force myself to focus on a safer subject and begin to wonder about Kai beyond his sexy exterior. How does an angry werewolf whose physical presence screams “feral” end up being a graceful diner? Even more so, I’m dying to know why he’s not supposed to be a Life Shift participant.
Kai stops chewing and watches me with interest. The man is some kind of criminal and someone I shouldn’t fantasize about. I’ve got more important things to do, like find him a mate. Which means I need a new approach. So instead of blushing and dropping my gaze, I stare right back at him as I smile. If he’s not going to talk, neither am I.
I place a bite of potato in my mouth and remove the fork slowly, and I notice Kai’s chest rise with his deep inhale. He shoves a roll into his mouth, and when he bites down on it, melted butter drizzles onto his lip. He reaches up and swipes it with his thumb. Now I’m the one with a sudden need for oxygen because he sticks his thumb in his mouth to suck it clean.
I stab with my fork, which taps against my plate as I grab what I guess is a green bean, since I’m not willing to drop my gaze first. Nor am I going to back down from his taunting. I wrap my mouth around the end of it and suck it in slowly. Kai’s upper lip shines with sweat as he clears his throat.
Our interaction is interrupted by a single knock, and Sydney, my assistant, enters. The petite blonde smiles at me. “Can I clear things away for you?”
I don’t say anything because I’m afraid my voice would give me away. I offer a nod in acknowledgement instead. When I reach to clear Kai’s plate, he grabs it first. He stands and takes mine as well to stack in a neat pile before handing them to Sydney.
“Thank you,” Sydney says. The girl is gorgeous. Her eyes are big and a pale shade of blue, her hair has the perfect amount of wave to be either curly or straight, and she has a model’s full mouth. She flashes Kai her megawatt smile.
Surprisingly, he’s unaffected, and he doesn’t acknowledge her with more than a brief stare. After she leaves, I retrieve my laptop, and it thuds on the table. “Let’s get back to business.” I pull up the dating application, and I type, keys clicking, as I speak. “Kai.” I pause to scan the man with my gaze as if he’s a specimen in an experiment. “Six feet six?”
He stares at me without a word.
“O-kay,” I say. “I’m going to put you at two hundred and seventy-five pounds. Green eyes.” I stop typing to ask, “I don’t suppose you’d tell me your level of education, would you?”
Kai leans back and crosses his arms in response, which only makes his biceps look bigger, and my inner girl sighs in admiration. Who needs a guy with a brain? I could teach him to read in the morning.
“No problem. We can get to that later.” I frown as I read the next question because I’m afraid to find out I’m not Kai’s type. “Nod or shake your head for the following questions. You like a woman with intelligence.”
Kai offers a small nod as he stares at me. I keep my face expressionless and stare back.
“Blonde?”
He shakes his head.
“Ah, a brunette man then.”
The strand of hair my stylist cut too short flops down in my face again as if to remind me of its brown color. I squint at Kai. His eyes flash with a sexual heat that might set me on fire. He scans my body with his hungry gaze before he gives me a quick dip of his chin. I decide to let the lock hang in defiance so he won’t think he got to me. I hide a shiver of desire as I replay my earlier vision of me leaning over a naked Kai with my hair falling on his chest. I blink to push it away, but apparently I’m so far gone the vision remains.
“Does eye color matter?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“Do you want feisty or—” Where did these questions come from? My boss, Kevin, isn’t the kind of guy to prank me, and I assume he added the new query to the form for a good reason. “Or submissive?”
When Kai doesn’t reply, I say, “Sorry. Silly question. Feisty?”
The werewolf nods.
“Adventurous?”
