by Zoey Thames
Keep your mind on the mission, soldier! he scolded himself, absolutely disgusted with how his thoughts kept derailing. Where was all his discipline tonight?
Jackson seemed to take his continued silence as hostility. For the first time, the other man seemed a shade uncertain.
“Look,” Jackson said, leaning forward. “I know we’ve always kept things separate. Your firm provides security on the East Coast. My people handle the West Coast. But competition’s a good thing. It keeps us hungry. And I want Alpha Protective Services to do business in New York City.” He shrugged. “Who doesn’t want to do business in the Big Apple?”
“And we can discuss that, provided you agree to pay the appropriate franchise and operating fees to me and Dark Howl.”
“This is a free market, not a criminal organization,” Jackson replied coldly. “You want your company to handle New York exclusively, you have to earn it.” He leaned back in his plush leather seat. “I’m not stopping you from coming to LA. If you have the stones.”
Aaron had to suppress the deep growl that ached to escape him. He took a quick sip of his martini to help. The sound of the jet’s idling engines was white noise to him now, though he supposed the noise hid his sigh. The pilots had taxied and parked, but while he’d intended to take Jackson out to dinner at the five-star restaurant in Manhattan, have a few drinks, soften him up for business negotiations, the other man was clearly too smart for such mundane tricks. Jackson had jumped in with the negotiations right away. And when had his onetime lover’s blue eyes grown so icy? It was enough to freeze Aaron from brain to balls.
He glanced out the window. He could see members of Dark Howl and APS security around the plane. A little ways away from the jet, he spotted the limousine he’d hired to take them both to the restaurant. That had been before they’d started negotiating on the flight here from Chicago and everything fell apart. He wondered if Maxwell would’ve been able to keep things from reaching this point. His second in command was an excellent negotiator. But he’d had a family emergency in Toronto, so Aaron was on his own.
“This is about territory,” Aaron finally replied, choosing each word carefully. “Yes, we hire all kinds of shifters, but we’re organized like a wolf pack.”
“Don’t bring our wolf natures into a business deal as if it will justify your monopoly of the entire East Coast. Face it, Aaron, there’s a new game in town. Either step up your game or go home. I’ll happily put you out of business if you can’t compete.”
Aaron had had enough. He stood, looming over the other man. The alpha fury was on him—the need to protect his pack, his people, all the ones who worked for him and depended on him for their livelihoods. “You sit here in my plane and make those kinds of threats? You threaten the security of my pack? You can look me in the eye and say that? To me?”
Jackson shot out of his seat, getting right in Aaron’s face, baring his teeth. They were the same height, six foot two, and a similar muscular build. So they were eye-to-eye, chest to chest.
“You can’t control the biggest city in the U.S.” Jackson snarled, those blue eyes flashing. “We sure as hell aren’t paying you some kind of half-assed franchise fee either. Our personal history has nothing to do with this.”
They were inches away from each other. Aaron’s blood was rushing through his veins, his heart pounding. He struggled to keep his wolf in check, and at the same time, his cock was hardening in his slacks. Before his brain even really registered what he was doing, he grabbed the other man and pulled him into a kiss.
For an instant, Jackson tensed against him. His hands bunched in Aaron’s suit for grip as he shifted his weight, ready to throw him or use one of his martial arts moves to defend himself. But just as suddenly, Jackson’s body seemed to yield to the embrace, and he kissed Aaron back. His kiss had a surprising ferocity to it. A desire that threatened to break loose.
Aaron knew the other man could feel the hard length of his cock. How could he not? Their bodies were pressed together so tightly. His heart raced even faster when he realized the other man was just as hard.
He deepened the kiss, his mind reeling. Could this even be happening? His inner wolf was rejoicing. This felt so damn good, so damn right—
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” a woman said, her voice shattering the blissful tension of their kiss. “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt—”
Jackson shoved him away with a snarl. His classically handsome face darkened with anger. There was still heat blazing in his eyes, but now it was fury.
Aaron’s heart sank as he turned to see who had burst in on them.
It was the chauffeur. Dark hair to her shoulders, green eyes, a smattering of freckles, heavy, full breasts, and her body filling out that classy uniform with thick, perfect curves. A human woman, her scent both alarmed and aroused. That scent suddenly had him so hard he was surprised his cock wasn’t ripping its way out of his trousers right now.
But even as his cock throbbed with its need and his thoughts were still dazed from the kiss with Jackson, his wolf pushed its way to the center of his mind.
The wolf growled one word. Mate.
He felt a wave of dread and excitement as that word echoed inside his brain. Tonight felt as though everything was destined to change forever, good or bad, and right now he had no clue which would win out.
CHAPTER THREE
Michelle had made mistakes before. Lots of them. Once she’d tried defrosting a steak in a toaster because her microwave was broken. That bright idea had only earned her a sirloin wedged in the toaster and her apartment full of smoke.
So she knew plenty about dumb moves from personal experience. But running around the security guy, then up the plane’s airstairs and through the open door was right up there with her dumbest. Ever.
She had expected to find the elusive Mr. Maxwell inside the plane and calmly tell him that it wasn’t her fault she was now fifteen minutes late. His security gorillas were the most unresponsive brick walls she’d ever beaten her head against, please forgive her, and please, please, please don’t complain to Mirage Confidential. Maxwell would understand. He had to. Because he’d given precise instructions, and he’d tell the security rhino to back off. Everything would be great, tips and promotions for everyone!
That’s how she’d hoped it would go down.
Instead she’d burst into the plane only to find two stunningly handsome men locked in a kiss so hot it threatened to set the plane on fire. Her knees went weak. Her pussy took control of all systems and immediately began to ache with need and a lust that practically had her swooning on the floor. Her heart was pounding so hard it seemed to shake the plane. Her tongue felt too thick for her mouth as she stared at the two men sharing that intense kiss and struggled to think of something to say.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” she managed to blabber out. “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt—”
Then two huge hands clamped down on her from behind. The security goon had caught up to her. And what he lacked in speed, he certainly made up for in strength.
The men broke their embrace at once. Part of her mind drowned in a flood of disappointment. She wanted to watch more. She wanted to see both of these stunning males naked, cocks hard, losing themselves in the intense physical passion that had seemed to consume them only seconds ago. She wanted to see all kinds of naughty things. And hell, she wanted to be in the middle of it too—a desire that caught her by surprise.
But now the fear came rushing back in, followed by a sick dread that this time she’d really messed up. Maybe even to the level of “you’re fired forever.”
One of the men had electric blue eyes that seemed to glow in a face that would’ve been perfect leading man potential. The other man was dark, hazel eyes, more rugged. Both had the posture of military men or warriors, even though they wore suits easily valued in the five-figure range.
The more rugged-looking man spoke first, addressing the security guy. One of his thick eyebrows arched, and his mouth cur
ved in wry amusement. “A human woman outmaneuvered you?”
The security goon didn’t seem happy about the implication. “Sorry, Mr. Duval. She looked harmless. I couldn’t tell she was a crazy person. I’ll be happy to get rid of her. Maybe stuff her down the toilet for you, if you’ll give me a minute.”
She twisted as much as his huge, powerful hands would allow to glare back at him. Her words burst out of her mouth before she could stop them. “You try that and I’ll gnaw off your testiculars, meathead.”
Her threat drifted in the air like sparks from an exploded firework. For a long moment, no one spoke. Her heart nosedived all the way into her toes. She had just cost herself her job. No one spoke that way around a client. Mirage Confidential had standards. Unfortunately, Michelle’s tongue had never had any standards.
But Mr. Duval only laughed. “Careful, my friend,” he warned the security goon. “This one has some teeth on her.” He looked back at her, his eyes warm. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard them referred to as ‘testiculars,’ though.”
The other man who’d been part of the kiss—the one with the cold blue eyes and the movie-star looks—only glowered, first at her, then at Mr. Duval.
“This is completely unacceptable,” he said, each word full of ice. “She saw something…” His lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl. “Something that wasn’t anyone’s business. Even if she isn’t a reporter or a spy—and right now I’m certainly not convinced—she’ll still sell the information to some tabloid like Insta-Gossip or some other rag.” He turned on Mr. Duval, his expression furious. “I don’t need to explain what my investors will do if they believe I’m unduly influenced by you…or what we had a long time ago.”
Michelle struggled to appear as non-threatening and innocent as possible. These alphas always liked to be dominant, right? So she kept her words as meek as she could. Anything meeker and she’d be a mouse. “Sir, I am so, so sorry. My very specific instructions were to report to Mr. Maxwell inside the plane at eight sharp. I admit I panicked a little when the rhino-goon behind me wouldn’t let me carry out those instructions. But now I’ll be more than happy to wait in the limo.”
She tried to edge toward the plane’s door, but the rhino-goon still had his crushing paws on her. He stopped her as if she were nothing more than a kitten. She glanced helplessly back at Mr. Duval, praying he would show her some mercy. She could not afford to lose this job.
Aaron Duval’s eyes twinkled as he smiled at her. “Well, I applaud your dedication to duty in the face of—” He glanced at the bodyguard behind her, and his grin spread wider. “—large obstacles. Unfortunately, Mr. Maxwell had an emergency and couldn’t make the trip tonight.”
“You might think this amusing, Aaron, but I do not,” Mr. Cold Blue Eyes cut in. “This is a clear threat to both of us and our businesses.”
“This is nothing, Jackson,” Aaron responded with a frown. “The human is adorable, and I admire her dedication, but she isn’t any kind of threat. She’s only here to drive us to dinner.” He waved a hand at one of the plane’s small windows, indicating something outside, probably her limo. “I know, because I had Maxwell make the arrangements.”
Adorable. She’d take being called adorable any day of the week. For the first time she began to believe this crazy disaster might actually end with her keeping her job.
Jackson turned that predator stare on Aaron. “You completely misunderstand me. I won’t allow her to run to the tabloids with this. Only a reporter or a spy would take such absurd risks. She’s here about our negotiations or our past. It doesn’t matter which. Either one will endanger our short-term business interests.” He paused, glaring and showing a flash of teeth. “Both our interests.”
Michelle opened her mouth to protest. She was only the driver! She was dressed as a chauffeur, cue the professional, unstained uniform, and she was even wearing a jaunty chauffeur cap! And the stretch limousine was parked right outside! And she hadn’t seen anything. Certainly not two super hot men sharing a kiss—a sight that had nearly caused her to cream her panties.
“Look,” Aaron said, a bit of growl creeping into his voice. “I apologize. She should never have been allowed to…surprise us. I’ll handle that later with my people. But I think we should all take a deep breath, head into Manhattan, and get something to eat. There are some excellent new restaurants—”
“It’s clear there is nothing to negotiate between us,” Jackson interrupted. “But to avoid any further unpleasantness and to prevent this from leaking to the media, I’m calling for a decision by the High Shifter Council. Tonight.”
Michelle didn’t know anything about any High Shifter Council, but from Aaron’s reaction, she guessed it was a big thing. She felt a spark of hope though. If they were going to this council thing, maybe they’d forget about a certain little incident. Oh, and forget how she’d threatened their security guard, who outweighed her by at least two hundred pounds, with castration by chewing. Which was yet another thing she now regretted saying aloud. And don’t forget the other thing she now regretted more than any other. How, after half a hundred attempts to convince the security goon she was expected inside the plane by Mr. Maxwell, she’d made as if to head back to the limo and then ran around him, leaving him gaping at her as she pounded up the stairs and into the plane. He’d thought that because she was only a human and had a few curves that she couldn’t move. But she’d always been agile and quick. She’d shown him.
Of course, if she’d had half a brain and an ounce of self-control, this never would’ve happened in the first place. Her grandmother had always warned her to think twice before doing something stupid, but to Michelle, that always seemed like too much thinking. She’d always been impulsive. Actually, she preferred to think of it as spontaneous. Right now, she only thought of it as stupid.
The concern on Aaron’s face deepened. “Tonight? You’d have to call an emergency meeting. That hasn’t been done in years—”
“That’s exactly what I intend.” Jackson looked again at Michelle, and she suddenly wanted to run back to her limo and hightail it for Manhattan at top speed. “But you, little human, are coming with us.”
Her heart froze in her chest. She couldn’t think of one word to say.
“Are you mad?” Aaron demanded. “Have you lost all the sand in your box?”
“Not even slightly mad. If she’s with us, as our guest, she can’t go running to the press or to some tabloid before we settle this matter. I don’t want to be as outmaneuvered by you, Aaron, the same way your ‘security professional’ was outmaneuvered by a human woman.”
Aaron didn’t seem to like that one bit. Hell, she didn’t like it one bit. This qualified as traveling Main Street in Crazytown.
“Can I say something?” she asked.
“No!” both men answered at the same time.
She bit her tongue. It took every ounce of self-control she contained. But if there was some slight chance she could save her job by going along with this… Then again, how long was she going to have to be a guest? And if that jerk cost her this job, maybe she really would sell everything to some tabloid. She could see the headline now: Werewolves Snogging on a Plane! She had no idea how selling things to tabloids worked, but she had a right to eat, just like everyone else, and to eat you had to be able to afford food.
Aaron leaned toward Jackson. “The High Council is in Chicago. We’d have to fly back to O’Hare. This is completely unfeasible. Not to mention insane.”
“Wrong,” Jackson said. He smiled for the first time. It turned his devilishly handsome face even more attractive and set her heart to beating faster. Until his next words, which almost stopped it entirely. “This is much simpler than it seems. We bring this little human spy along. Until we settle this.” A low growl came from his throat. “And it must be settled tonight. One way or another.”
“Is this a formal challenge?” Aaron asked, more growl in his voice.
“It is a formal challenge,” Jacks
on replied. “And it must be met.”
Right then she realized why this had gone so incredibly wrong.
She had left her good luck charm in the limo.
She was so very, very screwed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jackson regretted everything about the kiss. How had he lost control of his emotions like that? He shook his head and stared out the window as the private jet taxied back onto a runway, waiting for approval for their flight plan back to Chicago and clearance to take off.
He’d been fine until negotiations had grown a little heated. Initially, this had all been a test. A test to see how strong he was. Could he take what he wanted from a man he’d once loved? Yes. Yes, he could.
That love had been a long time ago. But meeting Aaron Duval again for the first time in years had brought all the feelings, all the desire, roaring back again. The man’s short brown hair seemed designed to urge Jackson to run his fingers through it. Aaron’s square jaw, that determined face, and the man’s easy humor all tugged at the core Jackson kept armored inside. His ex-lover’s sense of humor had shown itself again in his reaction to the human woman crashing their unexpected kiss. Good-natured humor like that was surprising in an ex-special forces soldier like Aaron who still stayed in the life with his security firm. Jackson admired it, although he’d never admit it. He didn’t feel the same. There was nothing amusing about the chauffeur spying on them.
Anyway, his admiration really didn’t matter now. They’d been driven apart a long time ago. Gone their separate ways in a bitter argument about the future of the security company they had started together. But mostly it had been him. He’d been falling in love. Sex was fine, but love…love was dangerous.
