Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Everything’s fine. I came into the office to get the paperwork filed with the SEC.”
“Okay.” I bite back my impatience. The run took the edge off, but thinking about Madi brought it back.
“Did you give the whole legal and analyst team the whole week off?”
“What?”
“So you didn’t.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I was looking for my team, and every single one of them were gone. When I called HR, Genevieve said you told them all to take the week off for a job well done.”
An involuntary smile starts to tug at my lips.
My naughty, naughty secretary.
Someone is looking for another reprimand.
“I see. Is Madi at work, or did she give herself the week off, too?”
“Ah.” Eagle goes silent as he no doubt realizes he’s in the middle of a lovers’ stand-off. He clears his throat. “I don’t know. Is this a problem I need to address?”
“No. I’ll address it. Can you get the filing done without your team?”
“Yes, it’s fine. I’ll handle it personally. I would have anyway.”
“Good.”
I end the call and dial my office number.
“Mr. Blackthroat.”
“You’re still at work.”
“Yes, sir. I had a million things to catch up on that I couldn’t get to last week while we were finishing the Benson deal. How did it go?”
There’s a warmth in the center of my chest I try to ignore. It’s one thing to have my wolf attracted to Madi. It’s another to admire her brilliant mind and extreme capability.
It’s something completely different to feel true affection blooming. Pleasure at the way she asks how it went–like she’s a true partner to me, not just an employee I like to fuck. I suddenly want to be near her not just to ravish that hot little body again but just to be near her. To catch one of her off-hand gestures, like tucking that sleek bob behind one ear or the impudent tilt of her chin when challenged.
“So the Big Bad Boss didn’t give you the week off for a job well done, as well?”
“No, he didn’t. Mainly because I wanted to be around when he found out he’d given those orders.”
“Mmm hmm. How do you think he’ll react to your abuse of his authority?”
Her voice gets husky. “Well, I’m expecting he’ll give me a personal taste of that authority.”
“Oh you can count on it, Ms. Evans. He is not pleased that Eagle has to file with the SEC without a single member of his team available to support him.”
Madi draws in an audible breath. “I’m so sorry.” All innuendo is gone from her voice, and I’m instantly sorry I gave her a real reason for regret.
“It’s all right. He can handle it. And I can handle you. Expect punishment tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry about Eagle’s team. I can contact Genevieve and–”
“No,” I cut her off. “I said it’s handled. We’ll discuss the situation thoroughly tomorrow. Understand?”
“I went too far.”
“No. Keep testing me, Madi. I like it.”
Chapter Five
Madi
The next morning, I have a smirk on my face when Tony comes to pick me up in the limo. My vanilla latte is waiting for me, and the first sip is enough to prime me for a fantastic morning.
Expect punishment tomorrow. I wriggle in my seat. Under my work dress, my sex is warm and wet, imagining what delicious torment my boss has imagined for me today.
Tony crosses the Brooklyn Bridge, but when the time comes to take the turn towards the financial district, he takes a left towards the docks instead.
I lean forward to catch his attention. “We’re not going to the office?”
“No, Ms. Evans, I was ordered to bring you here.”
I check my calendar. A notification has popped up, alerting me that my day is blocked off for one long appointment. I click to find more details, and there are none.
Tony pulls up to a helicopter pad and escorts me to the pilot, who guides me towards the waiting chopper.
“This way, Ms. Evans.” He helps me into my seat and straps me in.
I expect him to wait for Brick to join me, but in a few minutes, we’re airborne. The last time I was in a helicopter, I was coming back from Berkshires. Is that where we’re going? My calendar and email don’t give me any clues.
I guess not knowing is part of my punishment.
We fly over the Hudson river and leave the city behind. I work as best as I can on my tablet, but as we approach what looks like the thick, wooded area of upper state New York, my trepidation grows. Am I being flown out to the Blackthroat residence again? Will Brick’s family be there? It’s a workday, and I can’t imagine why I’d be needed there.
I was looking forward to my punishment, but that would be real torture.
My tension grows as the helicopter approaches a gorgeous Tudor style mansion on a hilltop. Built of light brown brick, it looks similar to the Blackthroat ancestral home. Just past it are several long low white buildings arranged around a bright blue outdoor pool. From above the whole place looks like a fine estate, complete with gardens and patios and winding rock pathways that connect everything.