Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Excuse me,” I snap and pull away, but not before he tucks the strand of hair back, touching my neck as he does so. He sweeps away without another word, leaving me hot and cold and shaking with embarrassment and rage.
Aiden fucking Adalwulf.
I just met the enemy of the Big Bad Boss. And he just made an enemy of me.
Brick
There’s an enemy in the building. I scent an Adalwulf as soon as the elevator doors open. I should know the scent. My mother is one. But the only person who steps onto the floor is New Girl. Madison.
She’s juggling my dry cleaning and two trays of coffees. My wolf is already on his feet, ready to tear apart the enemy, but Madison is alone. So why does she carry Aiden Adalwulf’s stench?
I track her progress to the conference room. She hands one of the coffee carriers to Indira and stops to hang my suit up on the closet. Indira holds the door open, and the two of them start handing out the fancy-ass coffees Nickel and Jake have a taste for. Even though she’s the assistant’s assistant, Madison takes the lead, directing Indira with whispers. Her cheeks are flushed red, and there's some pepper in her scent like someone made her angry.
Vance is still talking, but I can’t focus on his presentation.
Neither can my team. One by one, their heads whip around as Madison passes. Nickel is a bit slow to catch on, but Sully clocks it immediately. The Adalwulf scent can’t be denied.
Vance stops mid-sentence. An evil grin spreads across Billy’s face. He loves firing humans, and consorting with the Adalwulfs is enough of a reason to throw someone out.
But she’s not going anywhere. Not until I know why she bears the Adalwulf scent.
My nostrils flare as she gets close. It’s disconcerting, the sweet orange and nutmeg fragrance that’s haunted me, mixed with the sour rot of my sworn enemy.
“Everyone out,” I order and catch Madison’s wrist before she can pivot away. “Everyone but you.”
Chapter Eight
Brick
The room clears immediately. Only Billy pauses to shoot me a glance. He probably doesn’t want to miss me firing Madison.
I turn Madison’s arm over to examine the inside of her arm where I caught the smudge of finger marks. There–that’s where the smell is thickest. There's also a smudge on the pale, freckle dusted skin above her elbow. I guide her closer, and her breath hitches.
This is completely inappropriate. I should not be touching her, and yet I can’t control my wolf. He’s snarling at the scent on her. At the violation of it.
“What is this?” I bark, then force myself to calm down.
Oh fates, am I squeezing her wrist too tightly?
No. My touch is strangely gentle, as if my wolf had control in that area. I trace a finger over one of the red blotches.
The hairs on her arm rise. She draws in a sharp breath when she sees the marks.
“Oh.” She lifts a hand and rubs at the bruise as if she could wash it away like a bit of ink. “It’s nothing. I went to get coffee, and I…I bumped into someone. Still getting used to these heels.”
“You went into Adalwulf Associates.”
She exhales like she knows she screwed up. “I know. I didn’t realize it when I went in there. I just saw a coffee shop with a shorter line. I’m sorry.”
She should be. She prides herself on memorizing the tiniest details. “If you work for me, you don't go into that building. Ever.”
“It’s not in the employee manual,” she shoots back, then catches herself. She squares her shoulders. “I understand. It won’t happen again.”
I’m still holding her. My wolf isn’t satisfied. He wants to check her over, and I want to know why she was meeting with Aiden. But I can't exactly ask her why she smells like an Adalwulf, now can I? “Did you see anyone?”
“Yes. I turned and crashed into someone. I think it was Aiden Adalwulf.”
The growl rumbles out of me, startling us both. My wolf can’t hold back. Her eyes go round, and more color floods her cheeks. Any other human would be cowering with her head down. My wolf never growls in public, not in front of a human. He knows the rules. But something about Madison makes him wild.
I’m breaking all my rules with this human.
“I thought it might be him,” she continues. “I introduced myself.”
“Did he say anything? Do anything?”
“No, he did nothing. He just told me I didn’t belong there. I think he saw your dry cleaning tag, so he knew I work for you.” She does it again. She raises her head and meets my gaze square on.
And my wolf calms. I don’t detect any lie in her scent. Nor fear. She’s not colluding with Adalwulf. She was just getting coffee.