this
one. The man needed to be taken down a peg.
He scowled at her and his eyes narrowed at her temerity in
confronting him. The bastard was an Alpha from the tips of his perfect black
hair to the bottom of his highly polished Italian loafers.
“Damien Blackwolf. A fucking unhappy customer.”
He straightened to face off against her, obviously waiting
for his pronouncement to have some effect. He said it as if she were supposed
to curtsey to him. Not only was he an alpha, but a Blackwolf Alpha. An alpha
was a dominant male, but an Alpha was the heir of a clan, or the leader of one.
This male had or definitely would found his own clan group one day.
“What seems to be your problem?”
On the whole, Serena was not fond of Blackwolf males—they were
too arrogant by half, and this one seemed to think he was God’s gift. She had
to admit he was a beautiful specimen who made her wet just to look at him, but
she wasn’t about to admit that to him.
He smiled the smile of the male who knew a female was reacting
to him. Shit. Her scent must be broadcasting. He licked his perfect full lips.
Males were not supposed to have lips like that. Double shit.
“Your much-acclaimed psychology matching service paired me
with the psycho bitch from hell!”
“Well, considering your obnoxious attitude with my
secretary, it would seem our ‘much-acclaimed psychological matching service’
did just dandy,” Serena countered with a smile.
He growled and took a step toward her. She tensed but stayed
where she was. The worst thing to do when a predator challenged was cringe or
run, and this man was definitely a predator. If the bastard thought she was
that easily intimated, he was in for a rude awakening.
She raised her brow and crossed her arms over her chest. He
paused, dumbfounded, looking as perplexed as a pup trying to figure out why he
tripped over his tail. Damn it, that made him adorable. Serena shook her head
in disgust at herself. Alpha males were not adorable. They were royal
pains, emphasis on both royal and pain.
She might be an alpha female, but she was damned if she was
going to take an Alpha male like him as her Mate. When she did date, she dated
betas because they were easier to manage. Serena blinked. Why was she using the
permanent possessive with this one? A Mate was a partner for life, and a mate
was good for a tumble. This male didn’t come close to fulfilling her needs for
either role.
“Miss Goldwolf…”
“Ms.”
“What?”
“ Ms. Goldwolf. I’m not some untried adolescent, Mr.
Blackwolf, and I would appreciate if you would acknowledge it.”
“ Ms. Goldwolf…” His sarcastic voice was deep and made
her nipples harden. She pretended it didn’t affect her, but she knew he
realized it did. Why did he show up here today? She didn’t need the
aggravation.
“Yes?”
He glared down at her. “This is a business, Ms. Goldwolf, and I am a very dissatisfied customer. I have friends who I’ve told
about this company who could very easily withdraw their business at my request.
I suggest you moderate your tone.”
That was it. Serena saw red. She stalked over to him and
poked him in the chest with her finger while she scowled up into his black
eyes.
“Listen to me, you arrogant wolf! You come in here, guns
blazing, and abuse my secretary then threaten me. Pull your business if you
want. Tell your friends to take a hike too. I don’t give a flying fuck! I will not be treated this way by you or anyone!”
Serena felt as if she were outside herself, and she watched
herself in horror. She was never like this, even when she was fully in
heat. Oh, she snarled and clawed at males, but she’d never attacked anyone
before. She sure wanted to attack this one though. He smiled grimly, and only
then did Serena realize his last speech had been a deliberate taunt. Damn it to
hell. Damn him to hell…
He grabbed her waist and lifted her easily. He took two
strides to the nearest wall, pushing her against it
one. The man needed to be taken down a peg.
He scowled at her and his eyes narrowed at her temerity in
confronting him. The bastard was an Alpha from the tips of his perfect black
hair to the bottom of his highly polished Italian loafers.
“Damien Blackwolf. A fucking unhappy customer.”
He straightened to face off against her, obviously waiting
for his pronouncement to have some effect. He said it as if she were supposed
to curtsey to him. Not only was he an alpha, but a Blackwolf Alpha. An alpha
was a dominant male, but an Alpha was the heir of a clan, or the leader of one.
This male had or definitely would found his own clan group one day.
“What seems to be your problem?”
On the whole, Serena was not fond of Blackwolf males—they were
too arrogant by half, and this one seemed to think he was God’s gift. She had
to admit he was a beautiful specimen who made her wet just to look at him, but
she wasn’t about to admit that to him.
He smiled the smile of the male who knew a female was reacting
to him. Shit. Her scent must be broadcasting. He licked his perfect full lips.
Males were not supposed to have lips like that. Double shit.
“Your much-acclaimed psychology matching service paired me
with the psycho bitch from hell!”
“Well, considering your obnoxious attitude with my
secretary, it would seem our ‘much-acclaimed psychological matching service’
did just dandy,” Serena countered with a smile.
He growled and took a step toward her. She tensed but stayed
where she was. The worst thing to do when a predator challenged was cringe or
run, and this man was definitely a predator. If the bastard thought she was
that easily intimated, he was in for a rude awakening.
She raised her brow and crossed her arms over her chest. He
paused, dumbfounded, looking as perplexed as a pup trying to figure out why he
tripped over his tail. Damn it, that made him adorable. Serena shook her head
in disgust at herself. Alpha males were not adorable. They were royal
pains, emphasis on both royal and pain.
She might be an alpha female, but she was damned if she was
going to take an Alpha male like him as her Mate. When she did date, she dated
betas because they were easier to manage. Serena blinked. Why was she using the
permanent possessive with this one? A Mate was a partner for life, and a mate
was good for a tumble. This male didn’t come close to fulfilling her needs for
either role.
“Miss Goldwolf…”
“Ms.”
“What?”
“ Ms. Goldwolf. I’m not some untried adolescent, Mr.
Blackwolf, and I would appreciate if you would acknowledge it.”
“ Ms. Goldwolf…” His sarcastic voice was deep and made
her nipples harden. She pretended it didn’t affect her, but she knew he
realized it did. Why did he show up here today? She didn’t need the
aggravation.
“Yes?”
He glared down at her. “This is a business, Ms. Goldwolf, and I am a very dissatisfied customer. I have friends who I’ve told
about this company who could very easily withdraw their business at my request.
I suggest you moderate your tone.”
That was it. Serena saw red. She stalked over to him and
poked him in the chest with her finger while she scowled up into his black
eyes.
“Listen to me, you arrogant wolf! You come in here, guns
blazing, and abuse my secretary then threaten me. Pull your business if you
want. Tell your friends to take a hike too. I don’t give a flying fuck! I will not be treated this way by you or anyone!”
Serena felt as if she were outside herself, and she watched
herself in horror. She was never like this, even when she was fully in
heat. Oh, she snarled and clawed at males, but she’d never attacked anyone
before. She sure wanted to attack this one though. He smiled grimly, and only
then did Serena realize his last speech had been a deliberate taunt. Damn it to
hell. Damn him to hell…
He grabbed her waist and lifted her easily. He took two
strides to the nearest wall, pushing her against it
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