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allowed her to maneuver close to Cullen, landing a temp job inside his executive office.  
    And now, on her third day at work, Kresley sat behind a mahogany desk as the assistant to Cullen’s secretary – right smack in the center of the Werewolf Pack headquarters. To the rest of the world, of course, it was a mega-powerful holding company with a number of successful businesses attached.  
    It was an intense, fast-paced environment with high standards for hiring. An environment she should be prepared for. Years of operating as her doctor’s personal assistant had given Kresley a polished resume and excellent office skills. But the prickly personality of Cullen’s sixty-something assistant, Sheila Davenport, had been hard to overcome.  
    “Did you finish that report?” Sheila demanded, peering across her desk, which faced Kresley’s and sat just outside Cullen’s office. How was Kresley ever going to evade this woman’s eagle eye to get near Cullen?   Sheila's look was expectant, demanding. “Mr. Moore will be here shortly, and he will need that report.”  
    “Almost complete,” Kresley responded, grinding her teeth as she managed a pleasant voice. The ten-page PowerPoint presentation, a good two hours of work, had only been given to her an hour before. “Another fifteen minutes at the most.”  
    As if she’d willed him into existence, the elevator dinged, the room crackled with electricity, and Kresley knew that Cullen would emerge into the lobby. Though she’d actually seen him only a few times, there was no mistaking this man – or rather Wolf. Tall and dark, he wore his tailored, black suit with a lethal air of authority. Cullen Moore was an adversary she didn’t willingly oppose. Nevertheless, she had no option–he wore the key to freeing Lucan, the ring.  
    He walked through the lobby and past the desks, never giving Kresley the time of day, pausing at his door to flick Sheila a look. “I need that report.” Nothing more. He disappeared inside his office.  
    Sheila’s dark gray brow lifted in accusation, and she waved Kresley forward. “You get to tell him it’s not done. I have to deal with the arrangements for tomorrow’s board meeting.” She pushed to her feet and stormed away, leaving Kresley gawking after her.  
    Kresley pressed her fist to her chest, willing her racing heart to calm, telling herself this was the opportunity she’d been waiting for, a chance to enter Cullen’s inner circle, his world. A chance to figure out the best time and place to snag that ring without having a pack of wolves on top of her. Of course, at this moment, it would be nice if that report were actually done.  
    She pushed to her feet, drew a calming breath that did nothing to calm her at all. In the back of her mind, she replayed the worry she’d had for days – who had seen her in that alley that first night? What wolf might know her, might place her? But it was too late for those concerns. She was here. She was determined to make this work, to free Lucan. She wobbled around the desk, her black patent-leather heels and fitted, black suit dress reminding her that she wasn’t exactly dressed for a fast escape.  
    Kresley knocked on his door and heard the murmured "enter." She didn’t give herself time to think about it, striding into Cullen’s office, and leaving the door open. Immediately, her gaze swept the oval corner suite that smelled of fine leather and expensive wood. The walls were lined with antique books and decorated with pieces of history– statues, pictures, and artifacts. A room that would have been intriguing if not for the man, or rather Wolf, who stood with his back to her, looking out upon the night sky through ceiling-to-floor windows. He captured the room, stifled it with a thick tension that suffocated, stealing her breath. So much so, she thought about backing out. Reminded herself why that wasn’t an option – why she had to get to know the Wolf leader, not run from