Chapter 9

"Mr. King." She swives in her chair but doesn't stabd. My wolf likes that she's lost her fear of me. She crosses her long bare legs, and I thank the fates she's wearing another short skirt.

"Or should I call you JT?"

So she's still annoyed at my little deception. Her voice holds a note of scorn no other employee would use and damn, but it makes my cock twitch.

The sight of her thrills me but I allow myself only a small grin. "You may "

Her gaze flicks to the doorway behind me, and only because I'm part wolf do I recognize a slight trapped animal vibe under the confidence. Like it makes her ichy to have the only exit blocked. Must be part of her claustrophobia. I step into the office and away from the door to give her an unfettered exit, and she relaxes.

I lean against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest. My wolf wants to puff out my muscles, and run out to hunt and bring her back a rabbit for lunch. Down boy damn it. Her scent hits me hard, bringing on the prickle of the shift.