I clear my throat, thinking this has got to be a sick joke. “I’m working. What is a lawyer doing at a Formula 1 party?” I can’t let all the time I’ve taken to rebuild myself and the confidence I’ve gained to fall apart. I cannot let him reach me.You’re a new woman now, Elle.
“Networking.” He leans toward me, his repulsing breath paralyzing me. “I’ll see you around”—his eyes travel the length of my body, before smiling viciously—“my sweet.” My blood freezes hearing the pet name of my past. My sweet.Don’t cry, my sweet.
I turn around, gasping for air, trembling as I head toward the bar to find a seat where he won’t be able to see me. I call out to the bartender. I need something strong to escape my nightmare and his words resonating through my mind.
Minutes pass, alcohol flows through my system, and I notice everyone having the time of their lives. Couples are kissing, beautiful people are flirting, friends are laughing. And me? I might as well send my resignation. I’m trying too hard to erase the sweet and weak Elle, but I’m not sure if broken Elle would be better company. At least, this one doesn’t feel.
I was sent to be bait, but I’ve attracted the wrong fish.
A fish I need to forget.
“Something strong,” a man with a delicious, husky voice orders while taking a seat next to me as if he has heard my thoughts.
He captures my attention. His brows are knitted together while his gaze stops in my direction. I can’t look away. I’m, for an unknown reason, spellbound. His piercing stare is from a deep ocean blue, contrasting with his obsidian hair. A rebellious strand is on his forehead as a slow lethal smile stretches on his lips. He is unreadable, tenebrous, and screams of every nuance of darkness and conflict as if he’s holding the gates of Hell inside of him.
I notice his sculpted body underneath his light blue tuxedo. He has the features of a Greek god. A troubled Greek god, surrounded by a magnetic and powerful stygian aura.A perfect masculine jawline with chiseled cheekbones, full watering lips, and a straight-edged nose. He empties his glass in one go before turning his body to face me.
“He is not worth it.” He scans me with intensity, tilting his head, before licking his upper lip seductively like a predator eager to taste his prey.
I arch my eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“That sorry excuse for a man you’re thinking of,” he states in a raspy voice, sure of himself.
“There are no men on my mind.” I sip my drink, trying to look away from his magnetic gaze. I shouldn’t have said that. I just gave him the green light to approach me, but after all, it was what I wanted.
His eyes, darkened by desire, travel the length of my body. My pulse hitches, my lips feeling suddenly dry as I close my thighs tightly, resisting his overpowering charm. I’m not used to being seen, unraveled like that. I didn’t come here for a flirt, I came here to save my job—to get that interview. But then again, I’m incapable of deciding if the timing is perfectly wrong or perfectly right.
“Good.” He leans closer to me, his masculine scent intoxicating my senses. “Otherwise, I would have offered to fuck him out of you.”
I gasp at his direct comment. He isn’t ashamed. He is enjoying this, even. A ghost of a smile spreads on his face, analyzing my reaction. He is a mix of ice and heat, of forbidden and need. A daredevil with the beauty of an angel. I was the bait, supposed to trap the unreachable one. But instead, he’s trapped me.
He is the hunter.
I’m the prey.
Wolf.
Obsession
I just crashed into the man who radiates dominance. The man who is himself the epitome of danger. Dangerously dark. Dangerously attractive.Wolf.
Wolf, whose real name is Aaron LeBeau.
The man I’ve desperately wanted to meet all day.
The man I’m here for.
“You crashed your car earlier. It seems that you have your own problems to solve.”
“Ouch.” He bites his lower lip, the corner of his mouth quirking up in an amused smile. I just piqued his interest. Something tells me he isn’t used to people facing off against him. He is used to being a dominant, to having it his way.
“I suppose I deserved that one,” he admits. “You’re right. I completely wrecked my race. But apparently misery loves company.”
“Apparently.”And tonight, misery found Wolf and me.“Some things are better left… forgotten.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” he states. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you tonight, Miss—” He draws in a long breath, waiting for my introduction.
“Elle. Monteiro.”
