run.”
“In your
suit?”
Ugh! I really
can’t deal with this bullshit right now. It’s like she’s my mate. I know that’s
exactly what she wants to be too but it’s never going to happen. She is pack.
Her family lives on the estate, I’ve known her my entire life. Do you suppose
it’s a coincidence she lives in my building here in the city? Nnnnnnope! She
followed me here. She follows me everyfuckingwhere.
It’s
pointless to stand at the door while she performs her inquisition. I walk away
from the open door, she follows.
“Were you in
some kind of trouble?”
I turn and
face her, she just doesn’t get it. She thinks I’ll get over my ‘wild phase’ and
want to move back to the estate, settle down and knock out some little wolves.
But there are a few problems with that particular scenario and she would never
understand. All she needs to know is that I don’t want that life and I won’t
take a mate. Ever.
But it doesn’t
stop her from coming up here in her little dresses, short skirts and low cut
tops. It’s not like I don’t find her attractive, but fucking her would open up
the biggest can of worms of all time. She would probably sink her teeth in and
claim me for life. I shudder. No, I’ll stick to my ‘wild phase’ thank you very
much.
“No I wasn’t
in trouble. I was just late.”
She frowns. “Late
for what? It’s midnight.”
Shit.
“I er, had a
friend coming over and my dinner over ran.”
“Oh!” Her
eyebrows shoot up and she glances around. “Is your ‘friend’ here?” she asks in
an exaggerated whisper.
“No.”
Arse! What am
I thinking? I should have said yes and made out like someone was in the
bedroom. Seriously, I’ve lost my cool tonight.
Her bottom
lip sticks out in a pout. “Poor Maxi,” she purrs. “Did your date stand you up?”
Great. Now
she feels sorry for me over a fake date. How do I get into these situations?
She makes a
move towards me, reaches out and runs a finger under my tie, pulling it out of
my waistcoat until the silk slides from her finger. “I could make it better,”
she offers, huskily.
It’s all I
can do not to laugh.
She touches
my face and I immediately experience a vivid flashback of T touching me. With
lightening reflexes, I grab her hand and stop her. . She gasps, staring at my
fingers circling her wrist. I stare at them too and then it occurs to me that I’m
feeling nothing. No insight into her thoughts or feelings. They are all too
obvious, they are written all over her face and emanating from her tight body,
but I’M feeling nothing.
I feel the
heat rolling off her, I can smell her arousal and sense her wolf clawing in
excitement. She looks up at me and smiles suggestively. “You like to control
don’t you Maxi?”
“Control is
everything Rose. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
“But I want
to understand, Maxi.”
I can’t
explain why, but my dick twitches. I don’t want her as a mate, not that that
would ever stop me. What stops me is knowing that’s what she wants. I’m not a
prick. I don’t have to break hearts for a good time. There are plenty of
willing volunteers that want no strings fun… but she is providing a very useful
distraction right now and since I can touch her and not have that strange
reaction I had earlier, she seems like good company.
I’m not going
to admit how freaked out I am. But it’s comforting having someone so familiar
here. If I let her stay though, I’ll have to fuck her.
If I fuck her,
she’s going to get as clingy as Hell.
“I don’t want
a mate, Rose,” I blurt out aggressively.
“Ok,” she
says vacantly.
I suspect if
I said I wanted to mate six times and keep my mates chained to one another in
the basement of the bank, she would have given an identical response.
“I mean it. I
won’t mate. It’s not the life I want.”
“I
understand. You’ve always been different.”
I drop her
wrist as cold panic grips me.