“If you offer enough money,someoneother than me will accept,” I countered.
“You’re forgetting that we’re werewolves, Bloom. Most people don’t want to work with us.” Maverick leaned his chair back, his eyes on me. “You’re the only and best option.”
“What are you talking about? Peoplelovewerewolves.”
“They fear us as much as they fear you. We’ve just trained them to think we’re on their side,” Rhone said bluntly.
With my fangs still throbbing and the mixture of exhaustion and hunger making my mind foggy, I didn’t have the energy to work through that claim.
I let out a slow breath. “If the Alpha Pack sends a known vampire into an office full of humans, it’s going to cause a huge uproar.”
“We’ll handle it. They’ll be civil.” Rhone held a folded sheet of paper out toward me. “We’ll pay you a lot.”
I didn’t take the paper.
They were talking about my life. Money wasn’t?—
Rhone unfolded the paper and showed me a number.
I bit back a groan.
With that much money, I could have an actual fresh start, where no one knew who I was. I’d have enough to help the rest of my family move if they wanted to, too. It wouldn’t be ideal, but when had vampirismeverbeen ideal?
“I do love paperwork,” I finally said.
Maverick grinned.
The way it transformed his already-beautiful face to look even better was just plain unfair.
“To clarify, is that number pre-tax, or post?” I checked.
I was going to take it either way, but they didn’t need to know that.
Rhone grunted. “We don’t fucking care.”
“Post, then. I’ll need a contract, of course. Notarized.”
“Notarized?” Maverick asked.
“Yes. And I want an office. If I’m going to be enemy #1 at Darkwood Investment, I need a place to escape to.”
Rhone agreed. “Sure. Fine. Notarized contract and office. I’ll get it sorted out, and we’ll make it official tomorrow morning. Show up to work on time.”
He left the room, lifting his phone to his ear on his way out.
I looked at Maverick.
We were alone together now, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. My fangs were still throbbing. “Am I free to go now? I should be able to sign online, and you can give me the contract in the morning.”
“Not quite.” Maverick leaned back in his chair again.
“I’ve already agreed to fix your company and act as bait. What else do you want from me?”
His eyes started to glow again. I didn’t think that was a good sign. “Have you ever heard about werewolves having fated mates?”
Something was gathering in my gut. Nerves. Nausea. I hoped it was just hunger, but I didn’t think that covered it.
“No. What does this have to do with me?”
