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“I would be happy to.”
Mila flashed a smile, the first that Cyrus had seen, and he was struck with another wave of attraction. He extended his hand, and she took it.
Fire raged through his body as he shook hands with his mate, and he had to control the urge to either pull his hand away to break the contact and the torture or to pull her across his desk to have his way with her.
Could she possibly be feeling the same sensation?
Being fated mates with a human was always difficult for shifters. Often, the human would not understand the true meaning of being mated. It was more than just sex, but a complete change in lifestyle. Everything about the person made them the most attractive creation on the planet.
For Cyrus, he had seen plenty of petite blondes in his days, but Mila’s hair held a sheen of beauty he had never experienced. Her eyes twinkled like the evening stars, sending waves of sensation straight through him. Even her scent, the hint of rose petals with vanilla, had just become his new favorite aroma.
He offered her a smile as he released her hand. His polar bear whined.
“I will see you later this evening, Ms. Dillon.”
“Please, call me Mila.”
“Mila.” He added with a nod. Her name was delicious on his tongue.
“Mr. Bechtel,” she replied with a small curtsy-like motion.
“Please, call me Cyrus.”
“Cyrus,” she added with a small smile.
As if struck by lightning, he felt completely electrified. The sound of his name on her tongue tied his own tongue into knots. This woman was going to be the death of him. He returned her smile as she turned to Luca.
“If you will just follow me, miss.”
She followed Luca, giving Cyrus one more look over her shoulder. Her eyes glittered again, this time of her doing. The sway of her hair released one final whiff of roses as she exited the room.
As soon as the door to the office closed, Cyrus fell limp on his chair. His body was exhausted from the tension in the room. Good tension, but still draining.What has Gerri done? What have I done? Good graciousness, help me.
This was not what he had planned. He needed to work on this personal project, and he found himself drooling over this perfect creation Gerri had dumped in his lap. He felt a twinge in his pants as he thought of Mila in his lap. He jumped up to pace, hoping to distract himself.
This project was too important. He had not accounted for anything like this. A fated mate, now?Damn you, Gerri Wilder. As if Miles leaving wasn’t enough of a clog in the plan, now Mila was staying here in his house?
Yes, just down that hall, his polar bear let out a grunt.
Damn you, too, Cyrus thought.
She was an excellent candidate for a personal assistant, yes. She was well qualified, yes.Would I be able to concentrate? No. Would I spend every waking moment in her presence attempting to take her over and over? Yes.
She could not be his assistant; that would be a recipe for disaster. She wouldn’t just be a personal assistant, but he would want a personal relationship as well. It was unwise to mix business and pleasure. Someone often got hurt.
Cyrus could not be her boss and her lover. Mila could not be his assistant and his lover. They would either be unhappy with their relationship or unhappy with the amount of work that wouldn’t get done.
However, if Cyrus didn’t hire her, Mila would leave. He may not ever see her again. It was not often that shifters met their fated mate, let alone have the opportunity to be with them all the time.
The decision was tearing Cyrus in half. He wanted her to stay, to be his. His polar bear definitely agreed with that. If he couldn’t entice her to stay with him, either for him or the job, he wasn’t sure if he could let her go.
FIVE
MILA
So, I am in a stranger’s house after following another stranger to a place I have never been. Way to go, Mila, way to use your brain.
And not just any stranger … A massive … hot … shifter.
