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He remained silent, fearful that if he tried to speak, his son would hear the truth in his voice.
Lewis crossed the room and only stopped at the door to look back over his shoulder. “Just give it a chance, would you? What is the worst that could happen from having a drink with a pretty woman?”
Lance's insides twisted. Deep down, he knew his son was right. Under the surface, he was still fearful, though he would never admit it aloud.
“I will think about it.”
Lewis looked a little pleased with that and winked. “Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”
Lance grumbled. There wasn't much his son wouldn't do. In fact, he reminded him all too much of himself in his younger days. He only hoped Lewis wouldn't go and get himself in asticky situation as he had done all those years ago, mating well before he had been prepared to do so. Worse yet, choosing a mate who had already belonged to another.
He shook himself mentally. He couldn't think of her now. Lewis was probably right. Daisy would have wished for him to be happy. It had been ten years, after all.
“Hey, Kayla, do you think you could file these for me, sweetheart?” he heard his son say in a most seductive and entirely inappropriate tone to his secretary.
Whipping around his desk, he made it to the door in only a few steps and popped his head around the corner.
“Lewis, file your own damn paperwork,” he growled at his son. “I am giving Kayla the rest of the day off.”
Kayla looked up from her desk, her blue eyes sparking with surprise.
“Mr. Leafson?” she said, sounding quite unsure of herself. “I still have e-mails to look at.”
“They can wait until tomorrow,” Lance assured her with a smile. “You've been working too hard lately. Take the rest of the day off. Hell, go and socialize a little. I'm sure a young girl like you has plenty of friends.”
And guys running at your heels,Lance thought. Though he always prided himself on being professional, keeping work for work and home for, well, everything else, he was not blind. Kayla was an exceptionally attractive young woman, just as many werewolves were. With her pale blonde hair, blue eyes and ample figure, she was most werewolves' wet dream.
Control yourself,he snarled at himself, digging his nails into his palms to ease off his over-horny wolf.Lewis is right. I do need this.
“I'm not sure about that,” Kayla responded, and the way she blushed made her all the more attractive.
“I am sure my sister would love to hear you saying so,” Lewis chuckled, but he fell silent the moment Lance gave him the eye. His son knew better than to tease and flirt with the staff. And yet, he still pushed his luck from time to time. Lance couldn't exactly blame him. He knew what it was like to have a young wolf's hormones, after all.
“If not socializing, then go home and relax,” Lance insisted. “I'm leaving the office early, anyway.”
Kayla looked surprised, glancing at the open diary on her desk. “You don't have anything booked in the diary, sir.”
Lance shook his head, smiling gratefully at the young woman. “I know. Don't worry, you didn't miss anything. I've just made plans, is all.”
A look of relief washed over her face, and she hesitantly reached for her mouse to turn the machine off. It stopped whirring after several moments and Lance thought for a second he could hear Kayla's heart beating abnormally fast. She glanced at Lewis, and Lance guessed his son had gone and done it again. He had an odd way of making women fall for him. It was oddly infuriating, and yet it still filled him with pride.
“I'll be in early to make up for it tomorrow,” Kayla promised, grabbing her handbag from beneath her desk and her cell phone from where she always kept it in her top drawer.
She is the best secretary I have ever had,Lance thought, remembering the day his daughter came to him and insisted she had the perfect recruit. When he found out it was one of her friends, he had been more than a little hesitant. She wasn't exactly well-known for choosing good company. But Kayla was the exception.
“Don't be silly,” Lance scolded her. “Just come in at the usual time. You deserve the break.”
Again, Kayla blushed, and she dipped her head before skirting around the desk toward the hall. “Thanks, sir.”
“You're welcome,” Lance called after her. “And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Lance before you will finally listen?”
“Sorry, sir,” she called back. “I mean, Lance.”
Lance chuckled to himself at the innocence in her tone. His face quickly fell when he realized that Lewis was looking at him as if he had grown a second head.
“What are you staring at?” Lance demanded. Lewis quickly cleared his throat, shook his head and raised one hand as if in surrender.
“Nothing,” Lewis said, stepping back. “Absolutely nothing at all.”
