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Her hair is put up in a sophisticated bun, with small earrings and the entire dirty fantasy about fucking her on this very table is made worse by the pair of glasses she’s wearing. A fashion statement, but one that just makes my mind fall in the gutter.
I’m sure I’m not the only one fantasising about her right now, but she’s mine, not theirs. “Ms Toussaint,”
Keith says, smiling at her. The corners of his eyes crinkle.
The Harrisons are humans, and proof that humans age faster is clear from the man. who is probably around the same age as my own father. “Thank you, Mr Harrison.”
She responds. softly, yet clearly, gathering up her iPad and files.
She gives him a smile, one he returns, one that’s a little too friendly for my liking. She stands up and my eyes dip to her perky peach of an ass as she makes her way to the front of the table. Unable to deny that the way it moves only sends a strong wave of pleasure through me. Now that’s the only kind of peach I want to sink my teeth into. Luckily for me, it means she’s now standing at a point where I can get an even better view of her.
She’s one of three women in the room and although I know she’s an excellent businesswoman, she looks far too fucking gorgeous to be here.
She’s confident, graceful and to the point as she delivers the Toussaint’s plan if they were to get the project.
She deserves the job. Her approach is new, different and definitely very efficient. But I also realise that regardless of how good her business strategy is, the younger Harrison will give her the job.
I can see it in his eyes, the way he’s lusting over her, and it’s obvious that his father is simply happy he’s taking an interest in the job. Not realising he’s more interested in the woman.
If this partnership didn’t mean so much to Zaia, I would have intervened, but instead, I sit here, trying to contain my rage as Kyle Harrison eye-fucks her as he watches her speak. Keith listens to her with full attention as I watch his fucking sleazeball of a son.
Zaia is halfway through her presentation, pointing out some factors on her slide when I see his hand slip under the table and I realise exactly what the fuck he’s doing, he’s touching himself, getting off at the sight of her.
He might try to be fucking discreet, but I’m not fucking stupid. I look away, my heart racing in anger, not even realising I’ve snapped the pen in my hand.
“Mr King?”
Keith asks, “Are you alright?”
I glance up. Everyone but the bastard is looking at me. He’s too busy looking at Zaia and imagining God fucking knows what.
“Perfectly,”
I say through gritted teeth. “Well do continue Ms Toussaint, we will take a short break after your presentation,”
Keith says with a gesture of his hand.
“Of course. Thank you, Mr Harrison.”
Zaia says. She glances at me, concern in her eyes before she turns back to the screen.
I turn my attention back to the sleazeball. His track record for being a fuck boy with a questionable past is something I know of. It is Keith Harrison who handles all business deals. I was not expecting himhere or in any way involved with the business. I don’t want Zaia working around him.
I don’t know how I made it through the meeting without losing my shit and when I get to the bathroom; I splash water on my face, trying to calm the anger within me.
“All ok Alpha?”
Daniel, my assistant, asks, “Yeah,”
I growl. “Get out.”
I’m about to turn the tap off when the door opens, and a few men enter, laughing.
“Did you see her ass? Who wants to bet I’ll have her by the end of this week?”
Kyle’s fucking voice comes, and I know exactly who he was talking about. “I think by the end of the day, redheads are said to be fun.”
One of his cronies snickers.
Don’t lose your shit, Sebastian…
Walk.
My eyes are blazing as I make my way over to the door, but it’s his next words that snap the last threads of my self-restraint.
“Think she’ll be up for anal? Who cares? I like to surprise them, and by then it’s too damn late!”
He asks them, before bursting into laughter.
Daniel is standing outside, and he’s pale, clearly having heard the conversation. Four of Harrison’s guards stand here and I simply walk past them as Daniel follows me.
“Kill the lights,”
I mutter through my earpiece, turning, and walking down the corridor. “Alpha? Is everything ok?”
Another one of my men’s voices comes back.
“Do it. Now.”
I command quietly, passing the second set of his bodyguards.
“Alpha…”
Daniel mutters, but I ignore him. “Go to the meeting room now,”
I command him, giving him no option but to leave. I turn the corner, assessing the security cameras at every corner, before I slip out of sight, waiting for my command to be carried out.
My eyes are blazing silver, my claws are out and all I want to do is beat that sleazeball with everything I fucking have. It’s a few minutes before the entire building blacks out, and the alarm goes off.
Smirking, I turn swiftly and head back the way to the bathroom. No one says that about my woman and gets away with it. A few red lights are flashing as someone shouts why the generator hasn’t kicked in.
Well done, boys. There are shouts as security tries to secure the building and I silently sneak past the first set of Harrison’s bodyguards without even being noticed. Like a thief in the night.
The perks of being a werewolf….
I spot the bastard outside the bathroom arguing with four more security guards. “Please, Mr Harrison, we need to stay on alert until everything is checked.”
“It’s just a fucking power trip… big fucking deal.”
He shoves the man blindly, walking towards me, unseeing as he takes his chances.
“Move it, man!”
He curses one of his men. I smirk, staying in the shadows. The place is pitch black save for the flashlight one of the guards is carrying and I lean back against the wall, not wanting to be seen.
“Please, sir!”
“Go fuck yourself, Weasel!”
he curses, rounding the corner and stumbling right over my feet. “Two minutes Alpha.”
My man’s voice comes through the earpiece.
I know I don’t have the time to drag this out … reaching down; I lift him to his feet before I punch him across the face. Damn hard.
I deliver a second punch, this time letting go of him and he goes stumbling back roughly, hitting the opposite wall. The satisfaction crunch of something breaking is like music to my ears and I quickly move away, knowing the lights will be on any minute.
A grunt and groan of pain escapes him as he slumps to the ground. I can hear the shouts of his men. I want to threaten him, but I don’t want this pointing back at Zaia.
I need to get back to my spot before they spot me, or worse, the lights come back on. I now feel a little better. I fix my jacket and collar, sleeking back my hair.
Time to get back to that meeting… because there’s no way I’m going to let Zaia work with a fucker like him, even if it means I have to take this deal from her.
A Bitter Surprise
ZAIA.
Something happened, and I don’t mean the lights simply going off. When Sebastian walked through the conference hall doors after the turmoil had died down; I could sense the rage that was burning behind those eyes.
I don’t know what happened, but the news of Mr Harrison’s son being attacked had spread and that had caused a delay to the final half of the meeting. But Mr Harrison refused to cancel it despite his son being rushed to the hospital.
Understandable, since everyone here had come from all over the states. “Do they know what happened to him?”
One of the men asks another quietly.
“No, but whoever it was, hit him quite badly. They think he was hit with a weapon. His jaw is completely smashed by the looks of it…”
The man trails off when Mr Keith Harrison steps into the rooms, now flanked by two guards, as he adjusts his jacket.
“Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen… Security is handling the matter and the building will be on lockdown until they make sure all threats are cleared. There is nothing to fear. Shall we continue?”
The fact that he’s saying that, it’s almost as if he isn’t surprised something happened to his son. I have heard a lot about the young heir, and he is trouble.
I saw the way he was watching me during my presentation, and it made me completely uncomfortable. I just hope he isn’t around often.
“Of course,”
Sebastian says, b voice hostile. I look at him sharply. It’s subtle, but I know that tone…
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