Wolf Whisperer

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by Charlene Hartnady


  There had to be something more out there for her and a hundred and thirty five thousand big ones would not only pay off her debts but would also give her enough cash to go out and find one. A life that is and a damned good life it would be.

  Cassidy took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. If she asked really nicely, hopefully Mark would give her a couple of days off. She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken leave. Then it dawned on her, she’d taken three days after Sean had died a year ago. Her boss couldn’t say no though. If he did, she wasn’t beyond begging.

  Rising to her feet, she made for the closed door at the other end of her office. After knocking twice, she entered.

  The lazy ass was spread out on the corner sofa with his hands crossed behind his head. He didn’t look in the least bit embarrassed about her finding him like that either.

  “Cassidy.” He put on a big cheesy smile as he rose to a sitting position. The button on his jacket pulled tight around his midsection which was paunchy. He didn’t move much and ate big greasy lunches so it wasn’t surprising. “Come on in. Take a seat,” he gestured to a spot next to him on the sofa.

  That would be the day. Her boss could get a bit touchy feely. Thankfully it had never gone beyond a pat on the butt, a hand on her shoulder or just a general invasion of her personal space. It put her on edge though because it was becoming worse and worse as of late. The sexual innuendos were also becoming highly irritating. She pretended that they went over her head, but he was becoming more and more forward as time went by.

  By the way his eyes moved down her body, she could tell that he was most definitely mentally undressing her. Oh god. That meant that he was in one of his grabby moods. Damn. She preferred it when he was acting like a total jerk. Easier to deal with.

  “No, that’s fine. Thank you.” She worked hard to plaster a smile on her face. “I don’t want to take up much of your time and I have to get back to work myself.”

  His eyes narrowed for a second before dropping to her breasts. “You could do with a little break every now and then…so could I for that matter.” Even though she knew he couldn’t see anything because of her baggy jacket, his eyes stayed glued to her boobs anyway. Why did she get the distinct impression that he was no longer talking about work? Argh!

  “How long has your husband been gone now?” he asked, his gaze still locked on her chest. It made her want to fold her arms but she resisted the temptation.

  None of your damned business.

  “It’s been a year now since Sean passed.” She tried hard to look sad and in mourning. When the truth was, that if the bastard wasn’t already dead she would’ve killed him herself. Turned out that there were things about Sean that she hadn’t known. In fact, it was safe to say that she’d been living with and married to a total stranger. Funny how those things tended to come out when a person died.

  Her boss did not need to know this information though. So far, playing the mourning wife was the only thing that kept him from pursuing her further.

  “What can I do for you?” His eyes slid down to the juncture at her thighs and again she had to fight the urge to squeeze them tightly together. Even though it was damn near scorching temperatures outside, she still wore stockings, skirt to mid calf, a button-up blouse and a jacket. Nothing was revealing and yet he still looked at her like she was standing there naked. It made her skin crawl. “I would be happy to oblige you. Just say the word, baby.”

  She hated it when he called her that. He started doing it a couple of weeks ago. Cassidy had asked him on several occasions to stop but she may as well have been speaking to a plank of wood.

  She grit her teeth for a second, holding back a retort. “Great. Glad to hear it.” Her voice sounded way more confident than what she felt. “I need a couple of days off. It’s been a really long time—”

  “Forget it,” he interrupted while standing up. “I need you...here.” Another innuendo. Although she waited, he didn’t give any further explanations.

  “Look, I know there is a lot to do around here especially since Sarah left.” His eyes clouded over immediately at the mention of her ex-colleague’s name. “I would be happy to put in extra time.”

  As in, she wouldn’t sleep and would have to work weekends to get the job done.

  “I’ll do whatever it takes. I just really need a couple of days… It’s important.”

  His eyes lit up and she realized what she had just said and how it would’ve sounded to a complete pig like Mark.

  “Anything?” He rolled the word off of his tongue.

  “Well…” It came out sounding breathless but only because she was nervous. “Not anything. What I meant to say was—”

  “No, no. I like that you would do anything, in fact, there is something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you.” His gaze dropped to her breasts again.

  Please no. Anything but that.

  Cassidy swallowed hard, actually feeling sick to her stomach. She shook her head.

  “You can have a few days, baby. In fact, I’ll hire you an assistant.” Ironically he played with the wedding band on his ring finger. His voice had turned sickly sweet. “I’d be willing to go a long way for you if you only met me halfway. It’s time you got over the loss of your husband and I plan on helping you to do that.”

  “Um…I don’t think…” Her voice was soft and shaky. Her hands shook, so she folded her arms.

  This was not happening.

  “Look, Cass…baby, you’re an okay looking woman. Not normally the type I’d go for. I prefer them a bit younger, bigger tits, tighter ass…” He looked her up and down as if he were sizing her up and finding her lacking. “I’d be willing to give you a go…help you out. Now…baby…” He paused.

  Cassidy felt like the air had seized in her lungs, like her heart had stopped beating for that matter. Her mouth gaped open but she couldn’t close it. She made a croaking noise but couldn’t seem to actually talk.

  She watched in horror as her boss pulled down his zipper and pulled out a wrinkled, flaccid cock. “Suck on this, or you could bend over and I’ll fuck you…the choice is yours. I would recommend the fuck because quite frankly I think you could use it.” He was deadly serious. Even gave a small nod like he was doing her a favor or something.

  To the delight of her oxygen starved lungs, she managed to suck in a deep breath but still couldn’t get any words out. Not a single, solitary syllable.

  “I know you’ve had to play the part of the devastated wife and all that but I know you really want a bit of this.” He waved his cock at her, although wave was not the right description. The problem was that a limp dick couldn’t really wave. It flopped about pathetically in his hand.

  Cassidy looked from his tiny dick up to his ruddy, pasty face and back down again before bursting out laughing. It was the kind of laugh that had her bending at the knees, hunching over. Sucking in another lungful of air, she gave it all she had. Unable to stop even if she wanted to. Until tears rolled down her cheeks. Until she was gasping for breath.

  “Hey now…” Mark started to look distinctly uncomfortable. “That’s not really the sort of response I expected from you.” He didn’t look so sure anymore, even started to put his dick away before his eyes hardened up.

  Cassidy was wiping the tears from her face. She still couldn’t believe what the hell she was seeing and even worse, what she was hearing. What a complete asshole.

  Her boss took a step towards her. “The time for games is over. Get down on your knees if you want to keep your job. I’m your boss and your behavior is just plain rude.”

  Book 1: A Mate for York

 

 

 
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