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She nods, and I step to the side to call Jonathon. He answers after a few rings, and I hesitantly explain the situation to him. However, I'm not surprised when he doesn't believe me.
"I can give the phone to the manager," I relent.
"Do that then!"
Feeling humiliated, I hand over my phone, and the manager tells him what she told me. I can hear Jonathon argue with her and even try to use his status as alpha to convince her otherwise, but the manager remains undeterred. At some point, I begin to admire her refusal to bend. Ultimately, even Jonathon has no choice but to give up.
"Give her your phone," he barks angrily when she hands it back to me.
I let out a sigh of relief and turn off my phone before handing it over. She encloses it in the box before opening the door to the private room for me. As soon as I step in, I know I've made a mistake. There is a dinner table set for two people in the middle of the room.
I immediately turn around but the door has already been closed.
My hand goes on the doorknob, but I stop myself.
I have to see this negotiation through. No matter what.
I run my fingers through my hair. I have nothing on aside from a subtle lip gloss. I look the furthest thing from attractive. In fact, I look rather washed out and plain. I'm sure I can convince Adam he's mistaken.
I'm still trying to calm myself down and convince myself that perhaps it's not Adam who'll show up when the door opens. I quickly turn around, and my blood turns cold. Even though I expected him to come, seeing him in person brings a different kind of anxiety. My wolf is acting strange again, but I push it aside, trying to keep my focus steady.
Adam closes the door behind him before turning to look at me.
We stand there, a short distance from each other, and I can't help but remember the way his hands explored my body for hours on end.
"Mr. Moo––"
"I thought you were going to call me Adrian." Adam smirks, tucking his hands in his pockets. He's as devilishly handsome as he was that night in the bar. The only thing is that this time I am not going to be swayed. I can feel my animal roll over inside me and I harden myself.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Moore."
"My name's Adam, not Mr. Moore," he interjects. "Or you can call me Adrian. After all, that's the name you chose."
He's not going to let up.
I meet his gaze, refusing to cower or back down. "You're mistaking me for someone else. If that's the reason you called me here for a private meeting, then I'm afraid I have other matters to deal with."
Gathering my courage, I walk past him, only for him to ask in a low voice, "Don't you want to know why your wolf is so happy to see me?"
My hand is reaching for the doorknob when it pauses in midair.
Happy?
Suddenly, my wolf's reaction every time I see or think of Adam makes sense. What I thought was strange was it being happy.
But why?
This time, when Adam speaks, his voice is closer, and I realize he's standing right behind me. "I had a feeling you wouldn't know."
"Know what?" I ask tightly.
"Why your head and your heart are at war right now?" He sounds smug, amused.
"My head and my heart are perfectly––" I whirl around, ready to say something sharp, when I see how close he is to me. My words get stuck in my throat.
"W-Why're you standing so close to me?" I finally stammer out. I have no room to move.
"I just wanted to see if your ears still turn red when you get flustered?" Adam smiles. "I guess I'm right."
