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)
“It’s good. He loves it. It’s a good way for him to get his energy out.”
“I’m sure. Yeah, I’ll be there for sure. Text me the details.”
“All right. Oh–and I’m making plans for the ball. You’re coming alone, right?”
“Right.”
Her voice turns mischievous. “Just checking to make sure you don’t want me to set you up with a date.”
I catch myself thinking about New Girl and snarl, “Hell no.”
“You sure?” she teases but backs down immediately. “All right. Love you.”
I soften a little more. “I love you, too.”
There’s a ten year gap between my oldest and youngest sisters, but Ruby and Scarlett and I are close.
Our father mated with the enemy, which means we had the most fucked up childhood imaginable.
In our family, it’s either keep each other close or watch out for the knife in your back.
I’m out for blood when I get to Moon Co. So help any employee who looks at me wrong today. They scatter as I slice through the lobby with long strides. The security guards stand straighter, propping their shoulders back as I pass. I’ll fire any of them if they so much as look at their phones while on duty.
Moon Co. already has more security measures than most companies, but I’m going to add more. The employees will complain in private, but fuck them. They’re here for a paycheck. The stakes are higher for me and my pack. Our enemies snap at our heels, threatening our very existence. This isn’t just business, this is life and death.
I step into the elevator with Noah, one of my top analysts, punch in the code for the executive floor, and pivot to face out. Normally if I get in an elevator, the rest of the employees–at least those who know better–wait for the next one, but I’m assaulted by the scent of New Girl as she comes dashing in carrying two cups of coffee from Starbucks.
I get the same spike of sexual interest the moment I breathe in her sweetly spiced scent, but something else happens, too. The underlying rage I was feeling about the situation with my mom and the rest of the Adalwulfs subsides. Like my wolf needs me to be calm around this female. Keep her protected from my more dangerous side.
“Good morning, Mr. Blackthroat,” she intones politely. She’s wearing a knee-length pencil skirt and a form-fitting blouse that draws my gaze straight to her tits. She has a perfect rack. I’m almost certain they’d look like a pair of ripe peaches if I unwrapped them.
And I do want to unwrap them.
She’s not wearing perfume, but her scent, combined with that of her coffee–vanilla latte, by the smell–curls in my nostrils, makes my fingers close into fists.
The combination of my body’s response to her and my irritation with said response makes me want to slam her against the elevator wall with my fingers around her throat. Kiss that smart mouth until she moans while I teach her not to tease my dick.
But she isn’t teasing. She’s just standing in an elevator, same as I am.
I ignore her.
Madison shifts her weight but shows no reaction to her reception from me. I’d call her oblivious, but I suspect she’s too smart for that. She either has a very robust sense of self or is adept at hiding her social discomfort.
“What floor?” Noah asks in the noticeable tones of a deaf person. He’s a wolf shifter, but not from any New York pack, and he didn’t get the job through organization ties. He got a foot in the door in the human way, which means he’s bright and successful. It’s what makes him a favorite of mine.
New Girl turns her face clearly to his and says “twenty-eight” at the same time she shifts the coffees to one hand and flips her fingers at him.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. She knows sign language. She is too much. I remember from her resume, which I reviewed last night–a first for me–she’s fluent in four languages and one of them is ASL. I also noticed yesterday that she pronounces Indira’s name differently than I do. Like she’s showing off that she knows the correct Hindi pronunciation instead of the usual American.
Noah reads lips or has a cochlear implant or something. I don’t even know if he knows ASL–I’ve never seen him sign. I’ve never addressed anything personal with the wolf. He does a job for me, I pay him well. He’s earned his way into my trusted few.
His face breaks into a smile, though. It’s the first I’ve seen on him, and for some reason, I want to flatten him to the wall for it.
Because it’s directed at her.
He signs something back, and then the two of them are at it–having an entire conversation with their hands that I can’t understand.
Noah gets off at his floor, and New Girl and I continue to the top floor. When I get off, she follows me into my office.