Chloe is coerced into becoming the wolf’s temporary mate, but she’s determined to keep their agreement professional. But her seductive partner in crime has other ideas, and his considerable charm makes it difficult for her to keep her eye on the prize. While these two burn hot when they’re together, behind-the-scenes politics work to rip them apart.
The click of heels on the stairs reached his ears, and he downed the last of his drink. Setting the glass on the bar cart, he went to meet her. Tugging his black cuff into place, he strode into the entrance hall.
And forgot how to breathe.
That was definitely not the dress he’d so carefully selected. Usually he farmed out such tasks to an assistant,
but this time he’d spent his lunch break perusing women’s fashion until he’d found a dress he thought would do her justice. An outside observer might make the mistake of thinking the action was uncharacteristically sentimental, but he preferred to think of it as being prepared. Every detail of this night needed to be perfectly planned, including every inch of his date. He’d tried to give her a dark color that would help her avoid the spotlight, knowing she was nervous enough about this outing as it was. Every decision about that dress
had been made to help her blend into her surroundings without stealing the show.
But Chloe wasn’t a woman for the sidelines.
There would be no missing her in the fire-engine-red gown she’d selected instead. Nor would anyone who saw her doubt why he’d pursued her. Not with silk accentuating every curve until all he could think of was blowing off the show and taking her to bed. He’d peel the red silk away from her delicious body, running his lips over every inch of creamy skin he uncovered. Those soft curls would be tangled around her face as she writhed beneath him, her luscious red lipstick smeared as she begged him for one more kiss.
And those sky-high black heels? Hell, they could stay. He bit back a growl as he imagined them digging into his skin as she locked her legs around his hips.
She stepped off the stairs and glided toward him. Kieran couldn’t help his smile when he noted her raised chin. His lovely fake lover was ready to fight.
Chloe stopped before him, looking up, even in her heels.
Knowing she was waiting for his judgment, Kieran took his time allowing his eyes to rake down her body then slowly back up to her face. Not what he’d planned, perhaps, but definitely worth the detour.
“I’m going to have to fight off challengers tonight,” he said finally.
She blinked, as if expecting far different words. “Why?”
He reached out to wrap an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Because, sweetheart, every man there
will want you for his own.”
Her sharp inhale when her body collided with his pacified the wolf pacing within him. It whined in pleasure
when he stroked his fingers down her bare arm.
“Be serious,” she huffed, trying to appear unaffected even as a telling shiver gripped her body.
“Trust me, Chloe. I am.”
Currently she writes from Toronto, Canada. While she has a healthy love for the unknown, this corner of the world will always be her home.