ch other because I've thoroughly

to sit and listen to a human babble. My wolf doesn't even mind being confined for over ten m

moment to recognize it, but now that I do, my pulse picks up and I have to force mys

when the lights come back on so we can

't an

blathering thing during my

ly want t

ld me I'd want to work for SeCure, but I guess I've changed. To me, Jackson King and the co

and the elevator lurc

he breathes, scram

w her t

k up at me, the smile

pri

es and stu

nes. And, yeah...the tits and legs looked as good now as they did in the dark. She

ow you'r

as if I'd been the one smack-talking about her ra

er gave me a deci

sixth floor, and the doo

sture for her to get off. "I

res her shoulders and marches past me, two

y body can't be parted from hers. Certainly not because I have to know more about

in front of the elevators--must've taken the stairs. L

f his men, who takes his place at the elevator to stop anyone from boarding.

like that. I took the stairs up to make sure I was here when she go

't an

here. I'm sorry to

her interview," I say,

shes further and blinks her big brown eyes. In the light, they are a w

t apologize. I don't owe her one, either. If I had my way, I'd pull her into the nearest conference room, spank her ass for the whipping boy comment, and spend the next three hours teaching her pleasur

interview-no need to take

let Stu-or any other

warning Stu he's on the

my time. Shall we go into the conference room, o

f I busted up h

.

li

ous moment in this craptastic day. I can't believe I just had a meltdown in front of Jackson King. And gushed like a schoolgirl about what type of nerd he was and whet

should be glaring at him, but no, I'm still flustered from him touching me.

it, was the ultimate hack. After almost ten years of hiding, it feels like coming home. Like I've tr

maybe a teensy, tiny bit. My body would certainly like to be under him-right now.

en Stu and Jackson ha

ference room. I can do this. I've handled much more difficult things-major heists at the age of twelve, los

irs are big and plushy but barely accommodate Jackson's muscular frame. H

lied to me. And now he's making me interview wi