Two: Revelations

Two: Revelations

Mykayla

OH, FUCKING HELL!!  That is what is going through my head right now.  The freaking gorgeous guy I saw yesterday is my fucking boss.  I am beginning to think the world hates me.  How am I supposed to get any work done around him?  Being that close to him for the last four hours was incredible but torturous at the same time.  Dustin, at least now I had a name to go with that fucking sexy face and body.  Shit, what am I thinking?  I shouldn’t be thinking like this about my boss.  Being this close and smelling his unique scent made my body tingle in ways it hasn't before.

I hadn’t thought about dating other men since before my parents died. Damn, he smells fantastic, I thought.  He smells like a fresh ocean breeze with a hint of an evergreen tree.  Ok, I must pull myself together to see if this will work.  He is my boss and besides he’s too gorgeous for me anyway.  I am sure I am too young for him because I just turned 20 two months ago.  I put the papers on my desk and headed toward the lunch area.  I get the lunch I brought and sit at a table in the corner.  I need time to process all of this.  I begin to think about my past.  I only had one other boyfriend, which lasted six months.  We are still friends, but everything with my parents happened, and my love life got shoved to the back burner.  I sometimes wish I could date, but the girls are my priority right now.  I am afraid to bring a man into my life because of the girls.  I don’t want anyone hurting them in any way.  Besides, men don’t want a woman with baggage.

I continue to eat my lunch.  I finish and bring my empty lunch bag back with me so I remember to take it home. I sit down and begin to work on all the built-up paperwork.  Mr. Trudeau explained that many items had been pushed back since his last assistant left.  I have been working for a few hours when I feel someone standing before me.  Please don’t be Dustin. I don’t think I can handle that right now.  I just got myself under control.  I look up. It's not Dustin, but good god, how much fucking eye candy is walking around this damn building.

“Hi, my name is Kaleb. Do you know if Dustin is in?”  Kaleb asks me with a sexy smile.

“Yes, he is.  Do you have an appointment?” I ask.

“It’s fine Mykayla, he is my best friend and largest pain in my ass,”  Dustin yells from his office.

I realized his office door was open and heard our conversation.  Kaleb smiles at me again and turns to walk into the office.  He has a beautiful smile, but it doesn’t make the butterflies flutter in my stomach like Dustin’s smile.  He closes the door, and I sigh out loud.  Damn, another sexy-as-hell man.   Kaleb is probably the same height as Dustin, but Kaleb has curly black hair and bright hazel eyes.  He has an olive complexion but the same body shape as Dustin.  Ok, focus back to work, I tell myself.  I can get through the rest of the workday without many more issues.  

I am straightening my desk when he walks out of his office.  I smile at him and grab my purse and lunch bag.  When I stand back up, he is still there watching me. I am nervous, but there is another feeling I can’t explain.  I have felt like I know him, but there is no way.  My parents took Bree and me to the forest once when we were younger, but I don’t remember which state the forest was in.

“Is something wrong?”  I ask quietly.

“No, I figured I could accompany you to your car since I am parked not too far away.”  He explains.

“Oh thank you,”  I reply with a smile.

We walk to the elevator and step inside.  I am anxious about being around him, but his presence also calms me.  Our hands accidentally touch, and an electric spark shoots up my arm.  I suck in a breath and keep looking forward.  What the hell was that?  Why does he make me feel this way?  We stand silently until the door opens and continue to our vehicles.  He is parked to my left, about three spots down.  I turn to walk to my car.  He grabs my hand before I get too far.  I turn and look into his crystal ice-blue eyes.

“See you tomorrow, Mykayla,” He whispers to me.

“Yes see you tomorrow Mr. Trudeau.”  I stutter out.

“Call me Dustin, Mykayla,”  He says in that voice.

I stand there shocked and am about to say that that is not professional for us to be on a first-name basis.  However, before I can say anything, he raises the back of my hand to his mouth and kisses it.  OH FUCKING DAMN, his lips are soft and extremely warm when they touch the skin on my hand.  That electric shock returns when he kisses the back of my hand, and I can’t even think.  DAMN him, if only he knew what he was doing to me.  He drops my hand and gives me a smile that makes my core ache and my panties wet.  I practically ran to my car and got in.  I drop my head to the steering wheel and take a deep breath.  I get home, and Bree, Araya, and Shelly are watching a movie.  I smile at them sitting on the couch.

“Well, don’t the three of you look comfortable.”  I tease. 

All three just smile at me and return their attention to the movie.  I go to my room and change into baggy sweatpants and a tank top.  I continue to the kitchen and start to cook dinner.  Shelly leaves after the movie and dinner.  The three of us talked about my first day at work and how their days went.  I tell him that my boss seems nice and everything is going well.  I leave out the part about my boss being fucking gorgeous as hell and how he makes me feel.  They fall asleep about an hour later.  I do a last check of my emails, both personal and work.  Nothing exciting in my personal email, but I notice an email from Dustin in my work email, letting me know about a couple of conference calls and what he wants to focus on tomorrow.  I lay my phone down and drift off to sleep, dreaming of crystal ice blue eyes and soft, warm lips on my skin.

Dustin

I got into my car and drove straight to my parents' house.  I needed some advice, and I knew if I didn’t let my mother know I had found my mate, she would lose her mind.  My mother has been anxiously awaiting me to find my mate, so she needs to be the first to know, or she will kick my ass.  I might be the alpha now, but I still fear my mother.  It takes me about 30 minutes to get back to the land our pack resides on. I drive threw the gate nodding at the guard, and heading towards my parent’s house.  My parents moved into one of the houses on the land after my father transferred the title of Alpha to me when I turned 18.  Now I am 24 and run an incredibly successful business.   Kaleb, Nate, and I live in the center of our land in the packhouse.  I pull into their driveway and get out.  I walk into the house without knocking and am immediately attacked by my younger siblings, who are a set of fraternal twins.

“Dustin it's about time you stopped by!” my younger sister Mariah screeches.

“Mariah here is no need to yell I am right here,” I say as I untangle her from around my waist.

“Mariah and Brenton time for bed.”  my mother states.

I laugh at the two of them because they start whining about not being tired and wanting to visit me.  They are ten years old and think they are going on 16.  Mariah takes after my mother with her dramatics.  I, however, will never say that out loud.  All my mother has to do is raise one of her eyebrows, give them a look, and slowly drag themselves to their rooms.  After they are in bed, my parents look at me.

“What’s up, son? I can see that something is bothering you.”  my father says, concerned.

“It’s nothing, bad dad.  I found my mate.”  I happily replied.

This makes my mother squeal in delight.  She starts bouncing on the couch she is sitting on.  My father looks over at her and laughs.  I start to explain the situation and that she is human.  I also explained the younger sister and other girls.  They both have a concerned look on their faces.  I take my phone out, and a strange look spreads across their faces.  It is if they recognize her, which is impossible. 

“Would you like me to find out about her son?.”  my father asks.

“Yes and no.  I don’t want to spy but I feel like I need to know.  She seems like she is sad about something.  I am not worried about her being human.  Are you?”  I explain and ask.

Both of my parents have no issue with her being human.  They voice their concern about our way of life and that it might scare her.  They tell me to take it slow with her and keep my emotions under control.  I know what they mean; werewolves are possessive and guard our mates closely by nature.