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)
“I want you to stay by my side tonight,” Blackthroat declares after I knock his hand away from the small of my back. “I will need that memory of yours.”
It’s bullshit, and we both know it. “This is not a working event. I should be allowed to enjoy the party, same as any other employee.”
“Nice try, Windows. I already told you that you’re my representative here. Which means I need you by my side.”
He really is jealous of other men seeing me in this dress. It’s confirmed when I sign hello to Noah across the room, and Blackthroat actually shakes his head at him to warn him from coming over. He tries to put his hand on my back again.
I sidestep away. “What if I want to dance?” I don’t. Dancing isn’t my forte. I’m just messing with him.
“You’ll dance with me.”
“Not happening.”
“Madison.”
My nipples bead up because he’s using his stern reprimand-y voice. “Yes?” I keep my tone cool, even though I’m giggling inside.
“You’ll stay by my side, or I will toss you over my fucking shoulder and spank your ass as I carry you out.”
My knees buckle and panties dampen. Somehow, Brick senses it and places a steadying hand at my elbow. His nostrils flare like he’s breathing in my scent.
“No touching,” I tell him.
Twenty feet away, I see Billy, who has a stunning but bitchy-looking blonde on his arm. He turns his head and frowns, as if he heard me and didn’t like it.
Brick makes a sound of frustration but drops my elbow.
“I’m going to let Genevieve know you’re here. She wants you to take the stage and welcome everyone to kick the night off.”
“We’re staying for thirty minutes, and then we’re gone.”
“I’m not leaving with you, bossman. It’s simply not happening. And I will stay as long as I want.” I cut away to find Genevieve, not looking back to see how Blackthroat took that.
This thing with Brick is getting out of hand. I’m losing control, and I don’t like that feeling.
I find Genevieve to deliver the information, and while she and Blackthroat take the stage, I make a beeline for the open bar.
“You know what happens to secretaries who fuck their bosses?” I instantly recognize the condescending voice beside me. I think I’ll start calling Billy Draco Malfoy behind his back.
I turn and blink at him. “What?” I ask with my business-polite voice.
“Nothing good.”
I snort. “Inventive. Did you stay up all night thinking of that zinger?”
The glower he gives me is so hateful it unnerves me, and I have nerves of steel. God, what did I ever do to this guy to earn such spite?
He leans into my personal space. “I’m onto you, Evans. You won’t be running that smart mouth when Brick finds out what you’re really about.” He takes his drink and walks off, leaving me staring.
He’s onto me?
What the hell does that mean?
That he knows I’m having sex with Brick? Or does he mean something else?
A sense of misgiving moves through me. I knew when I took this job it would be a hard one to keep. Still, things are different now. Getting fired would mean something went awry between Brick and me. And that…makes my stomach churn.
But I haven’t done anything harmful to Moon Co. In fact, I’ve worked my ass off to make sure its CEO can function at top performance level. Unless you count the time when he’s busy making us both come.
I look up to drink in the sight of my boss on the stage. Blackthroat stands beside Genevieve with his hands in his pockets, glowering in my direction. Just the sight of him in that tuxedo, exuding his unique brand of scornful power, weakens my knees.
Brick Blackthroat. My Big Bad Boss. The man dangerously close to luring me in. He takes the microphone from Genevieve, and I have the sudden urge to run.
Very fast.
Away from this event.
It’s been too much–finding out about my parentage, getting sniped at by Billy, beginning to want more from Brick.
I need to gather my head.
As my sexy boss offers a curt greeting to his employees, I duck out the door, pick up my coat from the coat check, and get in an elevator. I don’t owe him my presence here tonight. Well, I suppose I technically do, but he’s not going to fire me over it. My job is now too entwined with sex. With our non-relationship relationship.
When we blow up, it all blows up, and I doubt it will be over this although it’s possible I’m trying to move that date forward every time I rebel against him.
I step out of the elevator and debate how to get home. Considering the weather and my attire, I probably need a cab. The doorman holds the door for me, and I step out.
“Taxi?”
“She’s going with me,” Brick snarls from behind us.