op me fro waking up early to get ready for my first day. Af

It was tighter than I remembered, too tight. Now I was wondering if it was actually profes

ng it covers my butt a little bit. Not wasting anymore time

was thining. I made my way to his office, but he was already there when I walked in. He di

ate" he s

it's

ook to make my throat dry up God, his eyes did s

rly means prepar

reat sta

sorry

on my desk in 30 minutes. Third floor.

." I said and l

partment. I colleted what I was sent to get and sorted the file. Just as I was

, feminine and amused. "His last PA was fla

and brings a Bimbo with zero experience. Have you seen

hat's th

e's is new e

were true. Why would he just hire me, a nobody that ca

I have the job now. I have to prove to all of them that I am

e slick with sweat again - though I blamed that on

, head bent over some documents like the world outside didn't ex

ting," I said, setting it

glance up. "L

- wanted him to see that I could do something right. So I leaned forward, aligning t

elt it. The wei

ad stopped moving. His hand, the one h

ed quietly,

on

p, rough - not loud, b

d. "Don'

ll wasn't looking at me.

ng up. "I'm sorry if I

cond, I almost forgot to breathe. His eyes were darker than I remember

, trying not to sound nervous. "I'll so

my sleeve brushed his arm - j

rumbled fr

gr

g to my throat. "Did

ike I was something he couldn't quite na

e one of those creepy, dominant boss types, aren't

es

m like thunder - deep, l

wed hard

e, like he was fighting to

ho

haven't even spen

. H

n't a request. I

e instantly. Something about him scared me - not in a danger way, but

abbed my bag, a

behind me, I finally let ou

pressing a hand to my chest. My heart was still racing.

me, I couldn't tell

awn t

an's

her, and the silence tha

a Mo

people..... it

ose eyes, that voice. Older now, more guarded, but still he

idn't rec

a flicker

t should've b

was

lf it was just attraction - human, simple, controllable. But when she leane

raction. It w

e wolf stirred, whispering one w

a

be. Not her. Not

gry at her, but because I was angry at myself. Because the sound of her breathing, the way her lips p

y, confusion writt

oom - her scent, her presence, the ghost of her laug

go back to who I was back th

ispered to th

ou have to

sa'

maybe I was just desperate for someth

ain, and stirred the melting ice in my soda. The day had been a trainwre

ow

of man d

gh d

oss from me, wearing his usual grin and a plaid

no idea,

you're about to murder

ite myself. "My boss. He'

around here talk about him like he's the

ed closer. "You won't believe what happened. He literal

asy smile falter

ng-fear? shock?-before he forced a l

ching for a file, and he just-snapped

he diner before leaning in. "And what were

encil skirt and

office looking like that," he gestured vaguely toward my h

napkin at

is voice softened. "But seriously, be careful,

u mean rich, arrogant

riefly serious. "No. I mean di

ike you actua

it didn't reach his eyes. "Anyway! Forget

g a sip of my soda. "If h

ross the street, a sleek black car was parked - engine running, l

blinked,