One: New Town & New Job

One: New Town & New Job

Mykayla

The girls were excited about moving to a new town.  Honestly, I am excited too.  Our lives are finally beginning to return to normal.  Well, not expected, but a new normal for the three of us.   The last two years have been a rollercoaster of emotions and obstacles.  Now it is just the three of us in this town in Washington State.  We moved here one month ago from Nevada after my parent's death, leaving my younger sister, who is eight years old, and me.  I have also brought along my younger cousin, who is also eight years old, and my sister's best friend. She also lost her parents.

I sit at an outside table in a cafe when I feel like someone is studying me.  I can feel the heavy weight of someone staring at me.  I casually look around as if I am people-watching when I see him.  He is standing on the corner across the street, waiting to cross.  I look back at my phone to see a notification.  It is an email regarding my new job. I start tomorrow.  I am the personal assistant to the CEO of the largest company in our new town.  I glance back up, acting like I am looking for the girls, and notice he is not there anymore.  For some odd reason, this makes me sad.  I don’t understand why I feel this way.  I don’t even know who he is.  I think what caught my attention was his eyes.  Thinking back for a second, he was very handsome.  He has to be 6’4” with long (surfer shaggy long style) dusty blonde hair.  He had a gorgeous pair of crystal ice-blue eyes.  He had a perfectly toned muscular body (that nice v-shape, broad at the shoulders that tapers down. YUM!)  I could tell he worked out just by how his dark purple long-sleeved shirt hugged his body just right.  His sleeves were pulled up, and his arms were very nicely defined.

 “Mykayla are you ok?”  my little sister Bree asks. 

This snaps me out of my fantasy.  Good god, I was lost in thought over a stranger.  My cheeks turn a light pink with embarrassment. 

“Yeah, Bree, I am fine, just thinking about my new job.  Did you and Araya get what you want from the bakery?”  I answer her and ask.

When we walked in, the girls started to drool at all the bakery items.  They had a hard time deciding what to get.  After getting my coffee and a giant pumpkin chocolate chip muffin, I gave them money.  I was waiting for them at the table when mister gorgeous appeared.  I push him out of my thoughts because I don’t have time for dating right now.  I am trying to get the three of our lives back up and running.  I want these two girls to have a normal childhood after everything we have been through.  The three of us finish our breakfast and continue exploring our new city.  We were tired when we returned to our apartment but had a lot of fun.  I make a quick dinner for the three of us, and we watch some tv.  I look around our tiny apartment.  It was one of the few available when we moved here.  Luckily, my parents had set aside a good inheritance for us.  The good thing about the apartment was that I was able to pay month to month. 

I look over my shoulder as I cook dinner that night to see Bree walk into the kitchen.  The girls had fun today, but I could tell that Bree was upset about something.  I decreased the heat on the burner as I turned to my little sister.  She has been through more than most girls her age, and I feel awful about it.

“Do you miss them?”  Bree asks.

“Yes, every minute of every day.”  I reply.

“Me too.”  She adds.

She no longer says, but I can tell her mind is trying to process something.  I wait for her to say something, but she walks out of the room and sits by Araya.  They both know they can talk with me anytime and about anything.  It will be challenging, but we can get through this and move on.  I have a good feeling about this move and this new job.  Something within me is telling me this is where the three of us belong.

My alarm screams at me too early the following day, but I force myself out of bed and start my morning routine.  After I get out of the shower, I apply my coconut body butter.  I put on one of my new work suits.  I look in the mirror to assess my appearance.  I have to admit that I clean up nicely.  I have a black pencil skirt that stops below my knees, a black dress jacket, and a dark emerald green camisole tank top.  I have a pair of black strap wedges (I cannot walk in regular heels.  I am just not that coordinated).  My long light brown hair is partially up in a messy bun, showing off the high and low light I have in it.  I walk into the living room and see both girls sitting on the couch, watching cartoons and eating breakfast, which consists of pancakes.  I know instantly that Araya has been in the kitchen.  She loves to cook, and for an 8-year-old, she is very good at it.  She wants to be a chef.  I jump a little when there is a knock on the door.

“Good morning Mykayla!” my thrilled next-door neighbor Shelly exclaims.

“Morning Shelly, the girls are watching tv,” I tell her as we walk into the apartment.

She and I struck up a quick friendship after we moved in.  She is my age and currently attending the local college.  We moved here in the summer, and I started stressing about what I would do with the girls while I was working.  Shelly said she could watch the girls until school starts in the fall.  I asked about her classes, and she said she is taking a couple of courses now, but they are all online.  Thankfully we still have a couple more weeks until the girls start school.  I can’t tell if they are excited or terrified.  Both girls were bullied at their last school, so I hope the change will be good.

“Ok, you two behave for Shelly.  Here is some money if the three of you want to go exploring some more.  I will see you around 5:30 pm.”  I tell them.

“Ok, Mykayla, we will be fine.  Have a great first day at work!”  Bree practically screams excitedly.

I hug both the girls and head out the door.  I got lucky that my apartment is only about a 15-minute walk to work.  I may start walking after I get to know the area more, but I drive now.  I arrive at work and park in my reserved parking spot.  I get excited it has my name on it.  AWESOME, I say to myself.  I enter the building, receive my security badge, and head toward the elevator.  I push the button to the top floor and wait.  The door opens, and I put all the stuff I bought to help organize my stuff on my desk.  I read the nameplate on the door: Mr. Dustin Trudeau, CEO.  I can’t believe I got this position.  I begin to wonder if he is here yet.  I jump a bit when the speaker on my phone beeps, and a deep, husky voice says :

“Ms. Hollins, I know you have arrived; I heard you set your things on your desk.  Please come to my office so I can formally meet my new administrative assistant.”  He asks politely.

I gather myself and walk towards his office.  As I get closer, I pick up on the most alluring scent I have ever smelt.  It reminds me of something I smelt when I was younger.  I take another deep breath, and yep, it is the same scent of a fresh ocean breeze with a hint of evergreen.  I stop suddenly and stare as I step into his office.  Sitting there behind the desk is the guy I saw while sitting at the cafe yesterday.  Well, Shit!

Dustin

I knew she was here as soon as she stepped off the elevator.  I could smell her lovely smell—the same sweet coffee with a hint of coconut scent from yesterday.  When I first smelled her scent, I was standing with Kaleb, my beta, and Nate, my Gamma.  It instantly drove me crazy.  I began to look around and search for the source of the sweet scent when I saw her sitting at the table at my favorite cafe.  She was drinking coffee and reading something on her phone.   She is so beautiful.  I couldn’t help but stare at her.  Finally, she picked her head up and looked around.  When our eyes locked, it was over. I knew then that she was my mate.  The one is given to me by the moon goddess. Something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place where or when I could have seen her before.  I watched her when two younger girls came out and sat with her.  I was confused about this.  She didn’t look old enough to have children at the age of about 8 or 9.  I also became slightly angered by the fact that someone else may have given her children.  That’s when I heard one of the girls call her sister, and I was instantly relieved.  She stood up, and I could see that she was short, only about 5 '5”, with long light brown hair with unique highlights of a honey blonde and a fiery red.  Her eyes were a dark forest green with a hazel ring in the center.  She had the perfect body.  Curves in the right places and perfectly proportioned.  Everything about her was perfect.  I was utterly lost in thought when Nate bumped my shoulder and asked if I was ok.  I shook my head and said that I was okay.  Kaleb asked what had my attention as it did.  All I said was MATE.  They both automatically understood.  They asked who, and I motioned with my head to show them.  They were both in awe.  I could tell Kaleb was a tad irritated.  He had been catching his mate's scent for years but had not found her.  I am sure that finding my mate before him, when he has been just missing his, is frustrating, and I believed I even see a hint of sadness in his eyes.  I pat him on the back and tell him he will find his mate soon.  

“Mr Trudeau, are you feeling alright?  I can return later if you have to concentrate on more important matters.”  She stated. 

I shook my head to bring myself back to reality.  I looked at her and saw she was concerned I might not feel well.  I flashed her my award-winning smile, and I watched as a light blush made its way across her cheeks. 

“No, I apologize.  I  was just thinking about something that happened yesterday.”  I replied with a smile.

She smiled at me, and I wanted nothing more than to grab her by her hips, pull her into my arms, and feel her lips on mine.  I reigned myself in and my wolf as I sat up straight in my chair.  She was standing to my left.  I could smell her sweet scent, making it hard to concentrate.  She asked for my cell phone, and I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.  I gave it to her, and she linked our work calendars.  I said that we should exchange numbers for work purposes, and she agreed.  We got to work on some unfinished contracts and other vital issues on hold.  We worked until lunch, and she took the papers and walked to her desk.  I watched her walk out and shut my door.  I knew then she would be a fantastic administrative assistant, but being this close and unable to touch her might drive me insane. Well, I will not touch her yet, anyway.  I must be careful because she is human and not a werewolf like me.  I sat back and thought about how to approach this—time to talk to the parents.