Samantha rubbed her hands nervously. She had the steakhouse set up the small private dining room for six people, per Uncle Edward’s suggestion. He had called her not long after Daniel left her home on Tuesday.It had been nice having him in her home. There was something about being able to sit and talk with someone that put her in a better mood these last few days and left her feeling optimistic about today as well.Uncle Eddie had promised to come, since this was an informal interview and more of a practical application to let the new owners of Elevated see what it is she does. All she really knew about the new owners was that they were a larger company, used to dealing with big money contracts, so she wanted to accent some of that power in the aesthetics of the room with heavy swatches of gold accents in the decor. She also wanted to show them that Elevated was an organic company, the people working there and their clients were very real to them, not just numbers, and Uncle Eddie
The week was dragging on. The wolf kept urging Daniel to make contact with Samantha, but Daniel knew he shouldn’t. He silently promised to protect her from himself as much as anything else he could.We can protect her better if we’re with her, his wolf insisted. It was insufferable now that Daniel had spent a considerable amount of time with her.Daniel was tired of this same argument, so he did what he could to shut the wolf out. They weren’t usually at odds like this, but the wolf couldn’t understand the complexity of the situation Daniel was in.Daniel had reached out to Donna. Emmanuel and his team were expected to be down by Saturday or Sunday at the latest. He’d make sure Samantha’s house was their first priority at the beginning of next week.As for now, he was waiting for Paige. They had appointments to see the lofts she and Lucas had picked out. Daniel had the security team throw in extra basic equipment in hopes that one of these were going to suffice.His door was open, and
Richard came into work bright and early on Monday morning, opening his office and sorting through his files. He already had the most and the biggest accounts, so he didn’t have too much to do, but it was time for him to start being seen and noticed.But his concentration lagged, no matter how many cups of coffee he had. He kept thinking back to yesterday. It wasn’t the first time he’d slept with someone other than Samantha or Mari, but this Rosalyn chick, something about her was exciting and terrifying all in one. In some ways, she reminded him of Mari. The way she took control, the way she made him feel like scum. But if his night with her made Mari look like a nun, it made Samantha look like a virgin. He didn’t know what to think of Jaxson having a membership at that place. The upstairs area, the Aeria, was classy, with seduction as an underlying tone in the decor and atmosphere.Jaxson had come back from the pisser to find Rosalyn coiled around him on the lounge couch they had bee
We can’t help that, he told the wolf. His wolf retreated, but he could feel it unhappily simmering just below the surface. He turned around and saw a nervous look on Samantha’s face.“Sorry,” he apologized. I just had a thought, and I get wrapped up in my work sometimes. She paused before nodding slowly. When she was setting up an event space, her own tendency to stop as ideas and visualizations hit her, so she shrugged off her initial concern.“I get that,” she laughed. “I can get pretty wrapped up when I work, too.”Daniel continued making notes and now small talk. “Oh yeah?” He asked. “What do you do?”Samantha sighed. “It seems like nothing at the moment. I went to school for graphic design and marketing, but I’ve been organizing and setting up for events for the past few years. I enjoy it, but work has been slow lately.”“Oh, that seems like it would be a lot of fun,” Daniel said politely with a half smile. Putting on parties for weddings and social events was way out of his lea
She knew she shouldn’t jump to any conclusions, but she still felt like a fool. Just because he didn’t have a ring on didn’t mean he wasn’t involved with somebody.She waited by the door while Daniel grabbed what he needed. She couldn’t help but rethink this whole thing. Inviting him to her home. Her instincts said she could trust him, but could she even trust her instincts?What am I even doing here?But before she could work up the courage to just leave, Daniel was back with what he needed.“This should do it for today,” he said as they left the suite and walked to the elevator. “Did you want me to follow you?”“Oh, yes, you need my address,” Samantha said, blushing. “But yes, you can follow me.” She texted him her address and heard the notification ping in his pocket. The elevator stopped on the third floor, and he exited. At first, she was confused, then she remembered the hotel had a parking garage connected to it by a walkway over the street.“Did you park here in the garage?” D
“I.. I..” Samantha licked her lips, unable to look away.Daniel turned down his intensity and laughed.“It’s okay, Samantha, I know I’m intense. But, it’s just who I am,” he said softly, looking down at his own coffee to give her a minute to collect herself. He didn’t know what came over him. He wasn’t the kind to play games or flirtatiously tease like this. She was easy to fluster, but even better, he liked it when she smiled and laughed. It was as if all her troubles melted away.“And who exactly are you?” She asked, peeking up at him with curiosity, but refusing to get caught in his gaze again.Talk about a complicated question. She would never believe, or would run away screaming if she knew the full t
First of all, thank you so much to everyone who has been following along with the story! The journey so far has been filled with excitement, anxiety, partial loss of sanity, sleepless nights, and many, many pushes of the delete button 😂The story and characters are continuously developing, but please know that for right now, this is a first draft. I try to make it as perfect as I can to still post daily, but I know it is still full of mistakes.As the author, your feedback is extremely important to me. The good, the bad, and the ugly.I try to maintain continuity within the story and characters, which is quite a task considering I have elements spanning over almost twenty years, but if you catch anything that seems off (including other, basic mistakes), please let me know! My goal is to deliver a slow-burning, intriguing story with faster-paced action and subplots, hopefully, I'm able to do that! This is also my first published book, so thanks again as I navigate this learning curve!
By Tuesday morning, Samantha was able to cover up her eye with minimal effort. She received a text from Daniel yesterday morning, asking if they were still good to meet at 230 today.Absolutely! Let me send you the address of the coffee shop.She looked it up, then sent him the link. After he responded with ‘Looking forward to seeing you’, a knot settled in her stomach. That ball of feelings was complicated. She was excited. She kept telling herself it was because, even after their brief interaction, he was the first person who felt like a friend in a long time. She ignored the little voice that taunted her with how attractive and sexy she found him, because adding butterflies to the growing knot was a terrible mix. On the other hand, especially after her fight with Richard on Saturday night, she felt guilty.She was going behind his back, and she knew it. But he would never approve and never understand, even though this was a professional meeting in a casual setting. She was hiring D
Long, polished, manicured fingernails tapped the granite counter in sequence, from pinky to forefinger. The clicking noise was grating on his nerves, but he knew better than to say anything to her.Her displeasure was already apparent, and Riordan knew better than to piss off a dragon.“You were careless,” she said contemptuously. Fucking dragons, thinking they were so much better than anyone else. But still, they were better than werewolves.Riordan felt his inner animal’s hate at the thought of those unnatural abominations here, in his city. The reason his grandmother raised him here was that there were no werewolves here. Pack-oriented shifters were condescending enough, but werewolves were the worst, and shouldn’t even exist. They were anathema. “I was only having a bit of fun in the park,” he explained. “I wasn’t going to hurt her.”“You’re a scavenging breed, gnoll,” she waved him off. “If the Clearfork Alpha hadn’t intervened, would you have just left it at the park? Your pref