Chapter 6 - Neil

Mate?

My wolf perk up with great interest as soon as the lady step into my office. It is the first time I get that feeling after two whole years. After facing crude rejection two years ago, I lost all hopes of getting another mate as there was none forthcoming. I fully focused on my oil business. I am only a weak omega, considered incapable of protecting his mate when the time comes.

Mate? My wolf calls again and just then, I look up to find a gorgeous blond walk into my office. My eyes scans her from legs to head and I just couldn't stop staring and admiring the elegance the moon decides to bring to me.

I feel my wolf, Sphinx look through my eyes to stare at the lady. Sphinx took to the name when we went for a tourist vacation in Egypt and decided he'll go by the name.

My eyes meets the lady's, which are sexily greenish-brown. Those hazel eyes make me go numb for what feels like hours.

I need my mate, Sphinx growls. I suppress him. She's going to be my employee and I have to maintain that I am the boss here. I quickly clear my throat to distract us both from overly staring. I clench my fist. My mate is this close to me and yet, I can't even touch her. The boss-employee relationship coming in-between us.

“I'm here for the interview sir,” she says.

Yet, I still feel the irresistible urge to stare at her long legs, to the bulge on her chest and for the first time, I gulp.

My wolf begin to pace, growling and snarling into my head.

I realize am to say something to her. “Have a seat,” I say and let her sit opposite me.

We sit in silence as I try to calm my raging wolf. Is this an obsession? Once he feels a lady is our mate, he makes me so uncomfortable until I propose.

You said that before, Sphinx and what did it get us? Heartbreak. A cold rejection at the most crucial point when I've almost placed my mark, I shout at Sphinx who is still nagging.

I don't care what you think. Just make sure you get our mate, Sphinx warns and retreats into the dark corner of my mind.

I finally focus. I realize she is waiting for me to start the interview. “Well…” I begin and cross my arms over my desk, “what's your name?"

“Amelia Clayton,” I feel her nervousness. Its only natural.

“I'll call you Amelia. Its more unique and sweet."

That's a bit fast! I scream at myself. Calling her sweet already?

Damnit! This isn't fast! Go ahead and make her fall for you, Sphinx screams and I almost sigh in frustration.

“I'm sorry sir, Mr Neil Morreti?" I notice her take a short look at the placard on my desk.

Oosh! She sounds like my help. I won't let her call me by my full name. “Yes, but you can call me Neil."

I stare down at my computer to finish up the oil standards survey before kicking my chair back. I need to be close to her. To sniff and mark her scent. To unlock my insides with a sniff of her hair. But instead, I walk to the front of my desk and lean against it.

“How old are you, Amelia?" I ask as I cross my arms over my chest.

“I'm twenty sir." I notice her shyness.

I arch my brow as I consider her age. She's still very young and I really love to have a young mate. I'm not that old. I'm just twenty eight. We are very much compatible but I'll give it time to be natural.

I smile as the thought of having a second chance mate cross my mind again. I walk behind her and lean forward on her seat.

“I took a look at your resume last night and I must say its quite impressive," I try to get formal, then I remember she never worked for any company despite her good vitae. “You graduated one year ago but you weren't able to secure a job to get work experience, why is that?" I sniff her hair. Sweet shampoo.

“Its kind of personal sir."

I nod slightly but then I see a ring on her finger, more like a wedding ring. “Then,” I begin with my eyes on the diamond ring as I wish it isn't true, “are you married?" I ask.

She suddenly turns and almost kiss my cheeks. That little closeness give me enough time to share a breath with her. She sharply turns to the ring.

“Engaged,” she says and I feel my heart shatter. Why does such things keep happening to me? Or am I too late this time? Will I lose my mate again?

That she's engaged doesn't mean she's definitely going to get married, Neil. An engagement can still be called off, Sphinx suddenly suggests.

You're right. It doesn't mean I've lost her entirely.

I walk over to the chair on her right and sit beside her. “Any plans for wedding yet?" I ask, my hopes high.

“Its one day away."

I almost jerk off the chair in surprise and mainly disappointment but I still manage to hold my composure.

“And you're here for the interview?"

What kind of question is that? The moon brought her to us! If she wasn't here, you won't get to find out she's your mate, Sphinx grumbles.

“My marriage won't stop my dreams,” I see her shut her eyes peripherally. “That sham won't rip me of my profession. I need to become an independent woman."

Sham? Doesn't sound happy. Is she being forced? I know it doesn't sound formal but I have to ask her why. “Sham? So much for getting married. You sound irritated. You're supposed to be happy."

“I'm sorry sir but—can we skip that?"

I sigh. I want to ask about the circumstances to the said engagement and marriage but since she doesn't want to talk about it, I bite back the questions. It would be better to keep her close to me for now and get to know her better and that means, giving her the job.

Nice idea. Sounds like Neil, Sphinx compliments and I almost smile.

“Alright…” I clear my throat and recline to the chair, “then would you like to be my secretary and senior analyst? You'd fetch my paperwork, lunch or drinks when I choose. You'd take my phonecalls and be in charge of organizing my schedules and you'd accompany me on any business trips or lunches, be it far or near while fulfilling your duty as the senior analyst of the company. Would that be okay by your fiancée?" I add. Even though I want her close to me for now until I get to know her better, I wouldn't want to risk putting her in danger. She looks so afraid. I don't know what her marriage will look like but if she doesn't want to get married and feels she is being forced, I can help her.

“He has no choice but to accept,” she is surprisingly harsh this time. This is not a marriage driven by love, I sense. Something is wrong. Who is she getting married to? I am tempt to ask.

“Does this mean I got the job sir?"

“The position is all yours. Just make sure to be punctual and hardworking, then we'll be in good terms." Not like I'll be too hard on her.

She nods. “Thank you sir."

“Neil,” I quickly correct her. I won't want her addressing me as sir. Others can but she will be an exception.

“Thank you, Neil."

“Alright, Amelia. I'll see you tomorrow at seven." I can't wait for her to properly start work so I'll have her by my side everyday

She quickly stands and check her watch. “Gosh," she exclaims and rush to leave but trips over her seat and begins to fall.

I move on impulse with all my wolf stamina. I won't let my mate get hurt.

Our faces are close that we share the same breath. Her warm breath cascades my face as I search her face with my eyes. My gaze rests on her prefect bow-shaped lips that I begin to lean closer.

The irresistible urge to kiss her begin to overcome my sanity. I can't think of any more thing than to feed on those luscious lips. The desire keeps me steady as I continue aiming for her lips.

But the door push open and someone walks in.

“Time is up, Amelia. We have to…”

I quickly let her stand. Too early to be caught in an awkward position. “Watch your step,” I say and turn to the intruder that dares rob me of this moment. He's tall and muscularly built. The shock on his face tells me he is somehow connected to Amelia.

“Who are you?" I ask him.

“He's my personal bodyguard,” Amelia answers instead.

I notice the lush nervousness on Amelia's face as she picks her bag.

“Thank you Neil for giving me this job. I won't disappoint,” Amelia says and begins to move away.

My heart goes limp as I watch her step out of my office. What if she doesn't come back?

I made to go after her and ask where she lives but my door push open and a lady walks in, legs first until her full tall body comes into view.

Staring at her face, I feel nothing but strong disgust. Even my wolf repels her scent.

Why is she here?

The infidel!

I look away—not now that I've found my mate.

“What are you doing here, Mirabel?"