The Confusion

Alex looked up at the handsome tall man Cara had told her to manage to meet and she sighed. He was so beautiful, with his lashes so long, lashes she would kill for. He had strong arms, and a wide chest as well. He looked as if he had jumped out of some model magazine.

If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought that he was some military force man, because of how built he looked. 

He must be expecting some pretty woman or an older woman, she wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, she was here now. 

She knew that she looked like a mess right now and that was because she had hitched a ride here from Seattle. Coming from Oregon wasn’t an easy ride, because sitting for five hours straight was something hard to do. She had just escaped her own wedding, running from the man that her parents wanted her to marry. 

He was an older man and was older than her by at least twenty five years if she was correct. They had wanted her to marry him because he was reached and was looking for a young woman to “produce an heir” in his very own words. 

She had only told Cara last week on the phone because that was where they talked, that she needed a job. Ever since they graduated from college, she had gone back to Seattle and they had only spoken on the phone, but she was still her best friend, and she told her everything. 

Thankfully, she knew the situation of things at home and had promised to get her a job as soon as she could. That was what she had told her, so she wondered why this man was feigning surprise. Perhaps, Cara hadn’t explained things to him properly. 

“My name is Alexis Harris. I'm the one Cara told you about.” She said. She was starting to feel cold, seeing as someone had poured her water by mistake and made her drenched while she was passing a back alley to cut a street.

Standing back, he squinted his eyes at her and studied her. He was expecting someone from Cara all right, in fact, he had been for a while now, but he wasn’t expecting a woman. He raised his brow as he looked at the woman over a second time. “You are applying for the job as my housekeeper?”

She nodded her head. “Any job, actually,” she said, pressing her lips together as she struggled not to shiver. “I know this doesn’t look good, and I should be wearing the appropriate cloth or making the right appearance,” she paused, looking down. 

“But?” Gabe prompted her when she didn’t finish her sentence. 

“But something happened. I’ll explain later.” She said, looking up. She knew he needed more explanation than that, but that would be later. She was freezing out here. 

He was still looking at her skeptically, and he was, even more, intimidating with the stance he took, but she held his gaze steadily enough. It wasn’t as if she was some total stranger who wanted to come to do something bad in his house.  

“Fine, you can come in,” Gabe said after a while. He could see that he was freezing anyway. He wondered how she had gotten wet when there was no rain, but he decided not to ask. 

“Do you mind if I get warm?” she asked him as she walked past him to the grate and held her hands in front of the blazing fire. 

It was an automatic fireplace that he had added to the place after he inherited it. This wasn’t the house he grew up in, but it had been in his family for far too long. 

“Huh, sure.” He said, even though she was already doing what she asked permission for without waiting, but it was a reasonable thing to do. Besides,  she was shaking, with cold or something else, he couldn’t tell.

For a moment, he stood there by the door with it still opened and stared at her back. Fuck, his wolf was stirring again just by looking at her. There was something about her that screamed for him to protect her, but he wasn’t sure of it yet. Finally, he closed the door, locked it, and turned back to see her unpinning the tail on the dress. 

She was still shivering and he thought of going upstairs to get a blanket or just taking her there and getting her into new clothes. 

He noted that she had arrived with no back in hand so she must have no change of clothes on her which meant that she would have to do with his clothes for now. The thought of his clothes on her body made his wolf stir again. He had pushed down his wolf deep within his body because he was an alpha and should always have control of his wolf because of how heady and strong he was, so waking up himself without being woken by him would take a while. 

He felt his pant tighten at the thought of having her wear his scent and then carry it around, only to be replaced by hers. She smelled like pine and earth, and something else that was been masked by the chlorine from the water she had on her. Shaking his head and clearing his throat, he walked to where she was standing, having better access to study her. 

Her arms and neck were slightly pale, and her hair kind of glowed in the firelight, adding to the air she had around her. She was a very beautiful woman, her full mouth looking so kissable. He thought of what it would be like to have thought lips on his body, but he soon shake off the thought. That wasn’t appropriate, especially when the woman in question is his employee. 

He couldn’t tell what her shape was like because of the dress flowing out from under her breasts, but he was able to tell that she had the right size of breasts, ones that would be perfect for his palm. 

Where there had been anger and apprehension and frustration in his head, was now replaced by curiosity and more than a flicker of inconvenient desire.

Swallowing hard, he turned and walked to sit on the couch. Looking at her again, he licked his lips and smiled a bit. He started to look away from her but he froze because now his wolf was awake, and he heard him say, “mate” just as soon.