Deal With the Alpha (BBW Billionaire Shape Shifter Paranormal Erotica)

by Sierra Wolf

  Deal with the Alpha

  A Naughty by Nature Short Story

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  Copyright © Sierra Wolf 2014

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion of this book may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, and places are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  This story is intended for adult readers (18+) only. All sex acts contained herein are consensual.

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  I pulled up to the diner and shut off the car. In the quiet of the morning, I closed my eyes, finding a moment of peace in my surroundings. I knew that today would be a hectic one, as it always was. Minnie’s was an institution in the town of Woodward, and it belonged to my family since the first pioneers had explored this great land. It stood at the edge of the lakefront, with beautiful panoramic views of the surrounding mountains. I knew that I was blessed to be living in such a beautiful landscape.

  With one last deep breath, I got out of the car. I grabbed my apron from the backseat. I was technically the morning manager at Minnie’s, but in a place like this, everyone had to pitch in to keep all the mouths fed. We were the town’s main haunt, a place for everyone and anyone to sit and whittle away a Saturday morning.

  Suddenly I could hear the gravel crunching behind me. I frowned and turned around. Townsfolk knew that Minnie’s wouldn’t be open for at least another hour. But it wasn’t a local. The two shiny black BMWs that pulled up beside me belonged to Maxwell Lalune, and the sight of it stiffened my back. He was part of the nouveau riche that had moved into Woodward, attracted by the ski slopes and natural beauty to be found in the state. I couldn’t stand them to be honest. They drove up the prices in the surrounding area, making life difficult for us townsfolk.

  He was also a developer, and he had big plans for the land that Minnie stood on. Before he had shown up six months ago, there was a hardware store, a small corner shop, and an artisan woodworking store beside us. Now they were closed and sold. We were the last lot standing in the way of his multimillion yacht club.

  Truth be told, there was an awful lot of money being offered, but my parents and I agreed that Minnie’s just couldn’t be given up. It was all Woodward had left of itself, and we were a safe haven for the townsfolk who couldn’t afford to eat out for fifty bucks a plate in the fancy hotels and restaurants that had sprung up to cater to the rich.

  “Good morning Penny,” Max said, as his driver opened the door to let him out. An assistant followed behind, as well as several more in the other car. Did this guy ever go anywhere without his pack of employees?

  “That’s Ms. Archer to you,” I said curtly, crossing my arms. “And we’re not open yet.”

  “Yes I know that. It’s why we came this early. You’ve been avoiding my assistants.”

  “I can’t help that the diner is so busy.”

  “Well, now it’s not. So if I could take up a few minutes of your time…”

  “Five minutes.” I said, moving towards the front door. “And you’re going to have to talk while I work.”

  There were a million things to do before we could open, but I knew that Maxwell was nothing if not persistent. He was a natural born hunter, endlessly in pursuit of the next business deal. It’s clearly made him millions, though it’s no party being on the receiving end of his attention. Unfortunately, avoiding him hasn’t worked, so it was best to get this over with.

  I unlocked the door and stepped inside, not bothering to keep the door open for him. Manners were wasted on men like him. I quashed down the fact that my reaction was in part because I was attracted to him. This man was trying to take away my family’s livelihood, and he’d go for the jugular as soon as he found any weakness.

  I flicked on the lights, and started on the first task of the day: tallying supplies in stock for inventory orders. Max followed me inside, but thankfully his lackeys stayed by the car. I walked past the counter and into the back of the kitchen, giving him no chance to stop and talk.

  “Ms. Archer, please. If you would just listen to my proposal, I think you’ll find that both our parties can benefit from all this. The yacht club will bring many jobs to the town of Woodward.”

  I looked up at him. He leaned against the doorway, hands in the pockets of his tailored suit. I’d never seen a man look so out of place, and yet so at home. Maxwell exuded a natural confidence that was different from the men in town-Less bravado and more tight control. I was used to the men in Woodward, all of whom wouldn’t hesitate to whistle at a busty girl in tight jeans, but Maxwell was something different. He hadn’t looked at my breasts once, and his deadly focus on his work was admirable, even to me.

  “So what about my job?” I asked.

  “Well, we do plan on having a restaurant within the club,” he replied, sensing an opening. “And I am happy to negotiate job contracts with your staff-provided they have the requisite skills.”

  So no flapjacks and burgers then. Somehow I didn’t think that Cody would be up to making foie gras or whatever it is they are planning on having. I pursed my lips tightly. Mr. Lalune was a typical businessman, used to getting his way and having us begging for his scraps. Well I wasn’t going along with it.

  “ Don’t bother, Mr. Lalune. We aren’t interested in selling out.”

  “Max is fine, and you haven’t heard my price.”

  “I don’t need to. We. Aren’t. Selling.”

  I pushed past him to get back to the front of the diner. It wasn’t a hard push, just enough to emphasize my point. This conversation was done. But before I could react he had whipped out his hand and grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. My eyes widened in surprise.

  “Don’t walk away from me,” he growled, lips pulled back in a snarl.

  Our gazes charged the air with tension. Then I noticed was that Max’s eyes weren’t like normal eyes. They were a golden amber, flashing like a sunset. In the dim light of the storeroom, they almost glowed. His grip on my hand tightened, until it almost hurt. For a moment, fear curled around my stomach. He wouldn’t dare do anything inappropriate, would he? I glanced nervously to the front of the diner. There wasn’t anyone in here who could hear me scream. My nerves tightened like a guitar string, readying myself for the worst.

  I looked back, and blinked confused. The glimmer was gone. His eyes were just a chocolate brown, and he released my hand. Max stepped back, disconcerted.

  “What… happened to you?” I whispered.

  Suddenly the bell rang on the front door, and Cody stomped in, his heavy footsteps thumping on the diner’s creaky wooden floors.

  “Penny? Who’re all those people out front?” he yelled. He entered the kitchen and glanced back and forth between us.

  “Everything okay here?”

  “Y-yes. Mr. Lalune was just leaving.”

  Max’s eyes flickered over to Cody, all three hundred pounds of him. He frowned a little, then shoved a card into my hand.

  “My number, in case you change your mind.”

  Without another word, he turned around and left. As soon as I heard the bell on the door, I sagged onto the floor, cradling my arm. A laugh rippled from somewhere within me, from relief or what I didn’t know. Cody walked over to me, concerned.

  “Penny? You okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah I’m fine Cody.”

  “What was that all about?”

  “He wanted us t
o sell. But I told him to kiss my ass.” I grinned weakly up at him, and stood up. I shoved the card into my back pocket and dusted myself off. “He offered us a job in his new yacht, but somehow I didn’t think you’d want to cook filet mignons for snobs.”

  “You got that right Penny. Now let’s open’er up.”

  All thoughts of this morning were driven from my mind as I worked my butt off at the diner. It was busier than ever this Saturday morning. It wasn’t until I was trading off with my father for the evening shift that remembered what Max had said. I warned dad about the fact that he might try to show up again, and left to go home.

  During the drive home, I replayed the scene over and over in my head. The golden light in his eyes, the almost wild look he gave me as he held onto my arm… All of it was so strange. It was like for a moment, someone other than Max had been in control. I could feel it in my gut, even as he frightened me, an almost animal urge to discover what he was hiding from me. My thighs clenched together, putting pressure on my slit. I wanted to see just how far he could take it. I wanted to surrender control to Max.

  “This is crazy,” I said aloud as I sat in my driveway. “Max is a heartless businessman. He wants to take away everything you love.”

  I got out of the car and went into my apartment. It was quiet and dark inside, but it was my own. I’d worked and saved up for five years to afford my own place. I loved my parents, but at some point, even I had to admit that I needed to move out. For one thing, living at home made it impossible to bring any man back. My dad was always in the living room, and woe to any man who wanted to get past him. By the time dad’s questioning was over, the romance was long gone.

  I dropped my clothes to the floor and stepped into the hot shower to wash away the grease of the diner. I looked forward to his part of the day the most. I could finally relax for a few minutes. I let the hot water run over my curvy body. I was resigned to my body long ago. I wasn’t model skinny like most girls, but out here, men tended to like it that way. Despite that, I was always an awkward teenager, and it wasn’t until I was past eighteen that I grew into myself. With a busty chest and a rounded ass, I’d seen my fair share of men.

  Not that any of them held a candle to Max. Immature, insecure, and inexperienced, the lot of them. The sorry group had convinced me that I was better off dedicating my heart to the diner. How long had it been since I’d felt a man’s touch? Until today, it’d been at least a year. Maybe that was why I was so surprised when he reached out like that.

  But it was more than that. The way he had looked at me, demanded me to stay, was exhilarating. I realized that what I thought was just fear was something more akin to the anticipation before a rollercoaster drop. My hand slowly drifted down to my already slick mound.

  I thought about those perfectly broad shoulders, about holding on to them as his tongue made its way to my entrance. I slipped two fingers into myself, already wet with need. Then I started to rub my engorged clit in a circular motion, building up the sensations of pleasure. In my head, I pretended that it was Max who was sucking on my little bud as he pressed me up against the stockroom shelf. He would be so hungry for the taste of my womanhood, I knew that much. The gaze in his eyes was unmistakable.

  I brought my other hand up to my stiff peaks, twisting them, so that pain and pleasure swirled deliciously through my body. I quickened my movements, harder and harder, so that I had to lean against the cool tiles of the shower to keep myself up. No matter, Max would be there to keep me on my feet. His powerful hands would be tight around my hips, stopping me from bucking up towards him. He’d be in perfect control the whole time, and I was happy to let go and submit to his power. Water ran in rivulets over the plump contours of my body, the beating of the shower adding another layer to my arousal.

  “More Max, More,” I whimpered. Desperate to be filled by him, I added a third finger into myself. I imagined his thick cock, pounding away at me, satisfying my need for his body. By now I was moaning loudly, not caring if the neighbours could hear. My eyelids fluttered as my hands moved expertly over myself, driving me over the peak into climax. My knees wobbled, weak from the intensity of my orgasm, and I fell onto the floor of the bathtub.

  I was surprised by the intensity of my orgasm as I tried to catch my breath. If this what his touch could do to me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold out if he tried anything more. As I stepped out of the shower, I noticed that my phone showed that I had a voicemail from mom. Strange. Usually at this time of the day, she would be busy in the kitchen.

  Wrapping the towel more snugly below my arm, I listened to the voicemail. It was mom.

  “Hey Penny, call me back as soon as you can. Dad’s in the hospital. He had a heart attack. I’ll be with him. He’s okay though, we think. Thank goodness Dr. Carson was at the diner and knew CPR. Call me back.”

  With a thudding heart, I dialled her. Shit shit shit. I couldn’t believe I was daydreaming about Max while dad was in the hospital. As the phone rang I rummaged through my dresser for clothes. Mom picked up after the second ring.

  “Penny?”

  “Mom I just got your message,” I said as I tried to pull on a pair of jeans.

  “Well dad’s just going into surgery now. When can you get here?”

  “Right away. I’m going out the door now.”

  “Okay dear. Drive safe alright? You’ll be here before dad comes out.”

  “Do they think he’ll be okay?”

  “The doctors say it’s a good chance,” mom said with a sniffle. “But still…”

  “I know. I’ll be there soon mom I promise.”

  I said goodbye and ran out the door to the car. It was only a twenty minute drive, but I couldn’t help glancing at the clock every few seconds. I wondered if Max had shown up again. I knew that the stress of running the diner had been especially high these past few years. Even though business was doing okay, the diner hadn’t made us rich. I bit my lip. Mom and Dad didn’t exactly have health insurance, and I knew that hospital stays would be expensive.

  I pulled up to the hospital and ran into emergency. My mom was pacing back and forth, unable to sit still and wait as always. I came up to her and we hugged, hard. As I pulled back though, she had a resolute expression.

  “Penny… I’ve been thinking.”

  Not a good sign, as far as my mom was concerned. She looked away guiltily, and my heart sank. I knew what her next words would be.

  “I want us to sell the diner.”

  “But mom!”

  “No buts,” she said, holding up her hand. “It’s been going downhill for years now. You can see what the stress has already done to your father. I think we should take this chance. We’ve worked that diner for forty years and instead of being able to retire, your father’s had to put in even more hours. That’s no way to live Penny.”

  I looked at her, tears pricking my eyes. Even though her words were true, it didn’t make it any easier to bear.

  “What will I do?”

  “You’ll live Penny. You’ll live. I’ve always felt guilty for chaining you here in Woodward with us. Remember how you wanted to become a piano player when you were little? Or that time when you thought you’d become a doctor? Well with the money Lalune gives us, we can send you off to college. Wouldn’t you like that?”

  “No! I want to stay here with you and dad, especially since he’s sick.”

  She shook her head.

  “It’s not going to happen. We’ve already decided. We’ve already let him know. The papers are being signed tomorrow.”

  “Mom-“

  “Go.”

  I turned around and left, my entire body shaking. I couldn’t believe it. My whole life gone in the stroke of a pen. My hands balled up in anger. There had to be another way. There had to. I reached into my back pocket for the card he had given me earlier this morning. I remembered what had happened when we touched. The hunger in his eyes…

  Suddenly I got an idea. I dialled the number on the card be
fore I could stop myself. I couldn’t wait or else I knew I’d back down.

  “Lalune speaking.”

  I took a deep breath. His voice was low and gruff, an undercurrent of something causing it to go ragged near the end.

  “Mr. Lalune. Max. It’s Penny.”

  “This is a bad time to call. Do you think it can wait until tomorrow Ms. Archer?”

  If he was surprised by my call, he didn’t sound it.

  “No it can’t. I know my parents called you to sign, but I want to give you a different offer,” I said quickly, before I could ponder the foolishness of my scheme.

  “Another offer? I don’t think so.”

  “Please. Hear me out. I-I know you’ll like it.”

  “As I said, now is not a good time-“

  “I’ll do anything you want. Anything. I saw the expression on your face this morning. You want me, or my body at least. The diner is tied to the Archer family. If you leave pay off its debts and leave it alone, I’ll… I’ll do anything for you.”

  A pause.

  “I don’t think you know what you’re getting into Ms. Archer. Not at all,” he said, but I could hear his control fracturing. He must really want it bad. I pressed on. My body hummed with adrenaline. Even though my reasons may not be wholesome, I wasn’t against a spending a night with the famed real estate tycoon.

  “I do know. You want it, and now you can have it. As long as you leave the diner alone.”

  “Ms. Archer. I think it’s best if we talk face to face. Perhaps then you can see exactly what you are stepping into.”

  He gave me the address and hung up. I stared at my phone a few minutes, wondering what I was getting myself into.

  The way to the Lalune estate took a while to find. It was on one of the bluffs overlooking Woodward, where narrow lanes led off to the mega mansions that had sprung up in light of the towns excellent ski slopes and natural beauty. Even then, the Lalune estate was more hidden than most. After a ten minute drive along a bumpy trail, I came across the wrought iron gates. There were two beautiful stone wolves guarding the gate, which opened slowly to let me in. In the corner, a small camera recorded my arrival.