Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
He gives me a formidable scowl. I’ll bet looks like that make the people who work under him run for cover.
I don’t move from my position, wedged in the doorway with him, his arm extending beyond my shoulders to hold the glass door ajar. My lips stretch into a slow smile–my response to his unhappy expression.
Making him scowl is my new favorite pastime.
Billy
Nutmeg and honey. Cafe Girl’s scent is no less potent now than the first time I met her. The way it hits me in the chest and travels south to my groin is both a painful and ecstatic experience.
I want to sink my teeth into her skin and–
No, that’s not right.
I definitely do not want to mark her. Is that what I was imagining?
Fuck no. There’s no way I’d mark a human. Especially not a waste-of-oxygen-nobody like this female. Why would I even picture that?
That’s…so wrong.
Everything about her is wrong. Her feisty attitude, for one. She’s never met anyone she wouldn’t challenge. I doubt she bends a knee for anyone, even if they’re more powerful than her. She’s reckless and willing to put herself in danger for what she believes in. In my dog-eat-dog world, that can be suicide.
It also turns me on. Makes me want to savage her. To shove her against this door frame and wrap my fingers around that long, slender neck. Kiss her with bruising force before I tongue-fuck her mouth.
I want to teach her to drop to her knees for me. To learn to please me.
Fuuuuuuck. The image of her gazing up at me in submission with my cock between those pillowy lips nearly makes me jizz in my trousers.
No.
Erase, erase, erase.
Fuck. I can’t get the image out of my head.
To my utter shock, she reaches for the lapels of my suit jacket and smooths them. “This is going to be fun.” She gives me a bright, disingenuous smile.
Something twists in my gut. Misgiving about the meaning of that smile coiled with something more sinister.
Something I can’t even fathom.
The desire to win a real smile from her pouty mouth. The desire to have her hands on me for other reasons.
I want to spank her ass for creating such a riot within me.
Internally, I’m snapping at her to move her ass out of the doorway, but the only words that choke out of my throat are, “Is it?”
Her smile grows wider. The silver nose ring she wears glints. It would sear my skin if I touched it. “So fun. Let’s go, Suit.”
She finally releases her invisible hold on me by moving through the doorway. I suck in a deep breath of not-her to try to regain some of my brain cells. She sashays ahead of me, strutting in her white patent leather Doc Martens like they’re a pair of six-inch heels. I stare at her ass as she walks.
Spankable.
Very spankable.
Fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to see it bared.
No, wait. That’s not happening. I’m not going to fuck this human. She doesn’t deserve my attention. She isn’t worthy of my time.
Plus, it would be messy. I’d want to do horrible things to her, and she’d cry to Madi, who would talk to Brick. I’m already in the doghouse with him.
I want to go back to being his most trusted advisor and friend. I seriously miscalculated when I tried to get rid of Madi. It’s a failure that still keeps me up at night.
I hate failures.
Aubrey leads me to a sushi place around the corner. I look around doubtfully. The place is clean but tiny and low-budget.
“You’ve eaten here before?” I ask doubtfully.
Shifters generally don’t get food poisoning, but the idea of her getting sick on raw fish puts me on edge.
She rolls her eyes. “What? Do you think good sushi has to cost a hundred bucks a roll? This is good food.”
I shrug. “Fine.”
I need to just grit my teeth and get through this meeting. Find out what’s required of me for the wedding and be done with it. Coming here to meet with her in person was a mistake.
And yet, even as I have the thought, I’m certain I’ll be making the mistake again.
We order at the window and take a number to our table. I sit down and openly study the human.
She quirks a “what?” eyebrow to show me I’m being too obvious.
“So tell me.” I spread my hands. “What do I need to know about this wedding thing.”
“Well. You’re in charge of the groom’s shower and the bachelor party.”
I frown. “Groom’s shower?” I’ve heard of bachelor parties, but a groom’s shower doesn’t ring any bells. Granted, I don’t run in human circles, so it could be something new.
She nods. “Yes. You have to host a brunch with mimosas and invite all of your male relatives and hers to bring gifts and play games.”