again.
So, she toned it back a little and said, "Brooks, I thought we discussed this, I was going to be in charge of hiring the person for the training job." Damn, it still came out bitchy because Brooks narrowed his eyes even more.
"Calli, may I remind you who sits in the office marked, Lead Supervisor of all Commanders?" Brooks said softly, and she grimaced.
She huffed, walked to the door and paused, looking over her shoulder. She glared at her GI Mate and motioned with her head to follow. She didn't look back to see if he followed, instead she stared straight ahead and concentrated on her breathing. Why did her mate have to show up today?
She wasn't ready, sure, maybe in a year or two, but having a mate meant she was going to have to settle down. She was totally not ready to do that. She had a lot more to do, and having a man trying to protect her and smother her was not going to work. She knew how male wolves were; it was inbred in their genes. They had to act all bohemian and drag their knuckles on the floor, demanding dinner and a beer at a certain time.
Calli entered her office and held open her door, not looking at the buff, hot, sexy, eye candy that was following her. He filled up her office with his presence, and she had no idea how she would make it through the next few minutes.
Her mate stood in front of her desk at attention, like the good, little soldier he was. It showed her how rigid he was; she would never get away with just walking into a bar after work to have a drink and flirt. Well, cut out the flirting, but still, he would want her home making their dinner. There was no way this was going to work. She was going to have to set him straight right now.
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Kade wanted to laugh out loud when his mate deliberately used the wrong name when referring to him. She was trying to let him know that this mating was not going to be what he thought. Good, he didn't expect to have a mate who stayed at home twiddling her thumbs all day, but he did expect his mate would actually listen to what he said. He thought back to what he had heard about the Commanders in the Agency on this side of the pond, and he wanted to grimace.
If he was right there were three of them, and they continually got into messes. Sure they always came out on top, and most of the other Enforcers spoke of them in an awe toned voice, but that really didn't mean shit to him. His mate was going to be more careful about the way she was doing things. He had just found her, and he was not going to lose her now.
He waited in front of her desk; she shut her door and took a deep breath. He was thinking about speaking, but wanted to give her a minute to assimilate to him being here. Maybe they could honeymoon on the moon. He heard that they had great suites for newly mated Breyting .
She cleared her throat and walked around her desk; he watched her with intense curiosity. She was absolutely amazing; he thought, her ass was firm and filled out the cargos pants a little too well. She may have to think about wearing baggier pants, or he would never get any work done because he would be staring at her ass all the time.
"At ease," she said briskly and sat down in her chair and swung around to look at him.
He shifted his stance and spread his legs out and relaxed his broad shoulders. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but it was not loose; he looked closer and could see the small braids in it. With her dark hair, it made her look more exotic. Shit, he was about ready to throw her across the desk and bare fang to mark his territory. She had no business walking out there looking like this when she was his mate. He felt the protective instinct kick in and almost growled.
"So, you're going to be the new training Master. We have stacks of candidates and need to get it moving quickly. There has been too much shit going on around here not to have better trained Enforcers. We have lost two in the last three months because they were not
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