rin

when a howling blizzard slammed sheets of snow against

n Kirkland sat cross-legged on a black leather armchair in a tailored dark s

ree or four times a month. A few hundred thousand dollars in pocket money w

y different outfits laid across the mattress-if I couldn't brand a permanent mar

shmere sweater paired with an ankle-length cream pleated skir

s, and gentle as a greenhouse lily, slippin

black tea into the living room, setting the white porcelain

tea to warm up," I said

dense columns of financial figures, letting o

as dead water. His inner wolf didn't stir an inch; my carefully st

uler surrounded by submissive subordinates every day was

x my hair, locked the bedroom door behind me, and ri

isp white button-down and a knee-length pencil skirt, pinning my hair into a

see if projecting the image of a competent career w

harity donation list, I walked briskly back into t

budget for next quarter

ice-blue eyes sweeping up my tailored suit as a

ng with biting impatience. "Are you drawing a paycheck from the Kirkland legal depa

ion rolled off him, squeezing

would suit you better," I whispered, bowing my head and

office face during my downtime," he barked coldly, dropping his gaze back t

as I turned and hurried back toward the bedroom, a

and the overstepping "career woman" le

and a carnivore; he didn't want a partn

, seductive prey animal radiating frag

rdrobe, I locked my eyes onto the secret weapon

ess with a plunging V-neck and a back cut a

as a pair of ten-centimeter blac

-strengthened bones would lose her center of gravity co

e predator's hormones spiked the second he watche

elvet dress from the drawer, the metallic zip echoing cr