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)
Screw him. I’ve been standing up to rich bullies since my first day at Landhower. Aiden Adalwulf is no different.
I stand my ground as if goosebumps haven’t broken out over my body. Aiden is in my space enough to physically intimidate me. But I’m not alone. I swear I hear a low, beast-like growl from my boss behind me. If I leaned back, I could rest my head on Blackthroat’s chest.
Aiden sees this. He sees everything. “Madison Evans,” he rasps with a sound like flint striking steel. “Good to see you again.”
I don’t reply.
He glances down at my cleavage long enough for it to be obvious. I feel Blackthroat tense behind me and imagine his muscles bulging, gearing up for a fight.
“Shall I find someone who can show you the way out?” I ask, all sweetness. From the commotion at the elevator, it looks like security got my text and already sent up an escort.
“No need. I know my way around.” With a parting smirk, Aiden leaves.
Brick
The scent of my enemy fades, drowned out by Madison’s sweetness. I hold myself still, willing my wolf to back down. Enemy. Kill.
Everything in me wanted to rip Aiden’s throat out. And he knew it. The bastard came here to gloat. Losing control would count as a win. He was hoping to goad me into acting stupid. When he spoke to Madison, I almost did. I have to act like Madison is nothing to me. Merely an assistant. If Aiden thinks a human female means something to me, he’ll use it to destroy me.
Fuck. She shouldn't mean anything to me.
It doesn’t matter. If Aiden looks or speaks to her again, I’ll blind him then rip off his head.
No one fucks with her. No one but me.
She tips her face up. “What happened?”
“Usual Adalwulf posturing. He thinks he’s won.” I reach for her and stop myself just in time. I can’t touch her. “You shouldn’t have come in here.”
She ignores my snarl. “I figured the dick measuring contest had gone on long enough. Besides, it knocked him off his game. He went in to spar with you and ended up facing me instead.”
And Madison won. It was almost worth letting Aiden in to watch him scramble to best her.
“We got word to the executive team,” she continues. “They’ll be contacting Benson now, seeing where we stand. The Adalwulfs haven’t won yet.”
She sounds like she wants this deal more than I do.
“I told them to stay away and let you handle Mr. Adalwulf. But they’ll want to debrief. I can set up a meeting–”
“No. You and I are going out.” If I don’t get out of the office, my wolf is going to lose it.
I’m not going to think too closely about why I want–need–Madison at my side.
Madi
I’m still pecking at my tablet, liaising with three different departments to schedule meetings with Benson while Brick leads me out of the elevator. I step out and blink in the sunlight, holding up my tablet to block the glare, and ducking my head against the wind. Instead of the parking deck, we’re on the rooftop.
“This way.” Brick’s hand settles at the small of my back, guiding me towards the waiting helicopter. The wind whips the hem of my dress, making it snap against my legs.
I wait until we’re strapped into our seats to shout my question. “Where are we going?”
Brick doesn’t answer. As the helicopter rises from the roof, he stares out the window, lost in thought, his face and beard in profile. He really is beautiful. Less classically handsome than Aiden Adalwulf, but just as striking. Aiden Adalwulf looks like an airbrushed model, too uncanny to be real. And his face is a mask, a perfectly polished shell hiding the vast emptiness inside.
Brick is the epitome of rugged masculine hotness, but he’s also real. Fierce, powerful, demanding but also loyal.
And in this moment, where it’s just the two of us, I want him so badly my bones ache. I want a repeat of what happened in his office last week.
Desperately.
But he promised that wouldn’t happen.
I press my legs together, put my head down and work until we land. Our destination is another highrise rooftop. We could have driven here but I guess he wanted to skip the extra fifteen minutes of traffic. Brick helps me out of the helicopter and again ushers me into Le Ciel, a lavishly decorated restaurant with wall to wall windows and tables set for fine dining. I stop short, ignoring the slight pressure of his hand on my back that would keep me moving.
“You’re not cheating on me, are you?”
His head snaps my way.
“With another assistant.” I wave my tablet around the empty restaurant. “Because this is something I should arrange for you.”
“I have a standing reservation here. Perks of being an investor.”