Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Huh. Now I get the feeling she’s trying to keep me in the servant’s quarters too.
The warmth she kindled drains from me, and I’m left cold again.
“Yeah, I think I’ll probably do that.”
She drifts to the door, hearing the finality in my tone. “Well, let me know if you need anything. Or check with Liz or Dane–they’re the caretakers.”
“I will. Thanks, Ruby.” I shut the door behind her and lean against it, my stomach bunched up at my solar plexus.
Ugh.
I don’t like the way this feels. Now… I do want to go home and not just because it’s Thanksgiving, and my mom will miss me.
Because I’m suddenly uncomfortable and out of my element and feeling about as small and welcome as a rodent.
I flop onto the bed and throw my arm across my eyes to block out the light. I wish it was already bedtime, and I could just sleep this whole thing off.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Brick
“You all right?” Vance hands me a beer and stands beside me.
I’m at the great window staring out into the darkness made light by the white snow still falling hard.
I ate dinner alone then holed myself up with the pups for a few hours to try to keep my rage at bay. I checked in with Liz to make sure Madison had eaten. She told me she had and that Ruby brought her clothes.
I can’t believe Madison showed up here in my helicopter through a snowstorm. I want to wring her delicate human neck for it.
No, I want to spank her juicy ass like I did in the conference room a few weeks ago. And end the reprimand in the same glorious way.
And that might be my biggest problem of all.
Not the fact that my mother, who I would prefer remained dead to me, is here. Not the fact that I’d like to murder my pilot for endangering the only assistant I could ever stand.
No, it’s more that I don’t know how I will make it through the night with her delicious scent penetrating this entire lodge. That’s why I asked Liz to put her as far from my bedroom as possible.
“No.” I answer Vance with a growl.
“Right. Dumb question. We’ve got two humans in the house to witness the most epic of shifter family dramas.”
I rub my forehead. “There will be nothing to witness.” There’d better not be. “And hopefully they’ll be gone in the morning.”
Even as I say it, I know it’s impossible. This storm shows no sign of stopping, and if there’s even a shred of danger to Madison, I won’t let Acker put her in that bird.
“Question. Are you more pissed that she endangered herself to get here or that we have to all play human for the weekend?”
I hate that Vance sees me so well. I don’t answer, which, of course, becomes a confirmation that it’s the former. That I’m far more attached to my assistant than I should be.
“You were a dick,” he says mildly.
I turn to glance at him, surprised by the change of direction. “What’s new?”
“I mean, it bothered her this time. It usually doesn't.”
Unease bleeds through my already jangled nervous system. But worrying about her emotional state isn’t my job. “She’s a big girl,” I snap. “She’ll handle it.” She damn well deserves it for scaring the hell out of me.
Except now that Vance’s planted it, the unease starts to grow.
But it’s late. There’s nothing to be done tonight, anyway. The last thing I need to do is knock on that girl’s bedroom door after hours.
The moon is nearly full. I doubt I’d be able to hold back.
And fuck, now I’m picturing her in bed. Wondering what she’s wearing. She didn’t have her own clothes with her. Does that mean she’s sleeping in the nude? In a sexy little black thong?
My dick stretches out to make my khakis tight, and I turn back to the window to hide it.
Vance takes the hint and leaves me to my misery.
I stare out at the whirling snow, and something in me cracks. I can’t do it anymore–live this divided life. Living in a human world with pressures from every side.
Leading the pack.
Running the business.
Fighting the Adalwulfs.
Knowing what to do about my mother.
Fuck. My problems are nothing compared to how my father must have felt to have fate pair him with the one female who would literally tear his life apart and then end it.
Inexplicably, my thoughts are drawn back to my beautiful brainiac assistant.
Damn.
Flying here on the day before Thanksgiving to make sure I didn’t lose the deal. She’s one in a million–no, one in a billion. A rush of gratitude–the thanks I should have expressed when she arrived–rushes through me.
What would life be like if I were simply human? Could I marry a girl like that?
The thought of it lifts the corners of my lips. The fantasy of having such a simple life. Just being a billionaire boss getting it on with his hot, sassy secretary.