Bears & Beauties - Complete by Terra Wolf, Mercy May Page B
Authors: Terra Wolf, Mercy May
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into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of the coffee Megan had brewed for me. Without adding any milk or sugar, I brought the cup to my lips and let the warm and bitter liquid sink into my belly.
My stomach let out a bear-sized growl and I doubled over from the sharpness of the hunger pangs. Being a bear meant having a huge appetite, and I hadn’t eaten in almost a full day. I scrounged around the kitchen, ultimately settling on an unopened bag of bagels, which I carried over to the couch with me and set on the coffee table alongside my drink.
Megan’s note had said to help myself to whatever I wanted and I was nothing if not a great listener. And besides, I’d be paying her back. Not only for the coffee and bagels, but for patching me up and offering me a place to stay. It was the least that I could do. Hell, if she gave me the chance, I’d pay off whatever loans and debts she needed handling. Even if my bear was still playing hooky, there was no doubt in my mind that Megan was my mate. She had to be.
I settled down on the couch, shoving a bagel into my mouth, and searched for the television remote. I found it on the coffee table and flipped on the TV, thumbing over to CNBC to check the latest stock prices. What I saw sent shivers down my spine and almost made me choke on my bagel.
Somehow, over night, my company’s stocks had plummeted.
It was the leading story on CNBC, and I flipped through to another 24 hour news channel to see if it had been picked up there as well. It had. In fact, it was on all of the news channels. My company was in free-fall and stockholders were pulling out at a breakneck pace.
Even worse, no one could locate the CEO for a statement or a solution. No one could locate me .
“Shit!” I cursed, flipping off the television and taking the remnants of my breakfast to the sink. With any luck, I’d be able to get the situation turned around and be back in time to see Megan again. As it stood, though, I didn’t have the time to sit around and wait for her to come home or to explain what was going on. All I could manage was a note. I scribbled a few short words down on a piece of paper and placed it on the counter where I hoped Megan would find it, then I ran out the door, still dressed in nothing but my shorts from the night before.
Without a phone, there was no way I could get in touch with my driver, or even order one of those on-demand taxis. Even worse, without any cash on me, I wouldn’t be able to hail an actual taxi. Even the bus would be off limits. That meant I had to get to the other side of the city, half-naked, in the middle of the day. Oh, and barefoot, because why the fuck not?
Any other day, I’d have risked shifting and taking to the streets as a bear. Today, though, sucked in that aspect too. Even with my human senses in complete disarray, my bear still refused to budge.
With no other options, I darted toward the nearest stairwell and began my descent. Fortunately, Megan only lived on the third floor of her building, which meant I was on the streets and running at a breakneck pace in a matter of seconds. With my lungs heaving and my body still aching from the night before, I raced toward my own penthouse apartment on the other side of town.
After what seemed like ages, I finally managed to reach my building. My chest was pounding and heart felt like it was going to explode, but I made it. Bloody blistered feet and all.
I strode up to the building, nodding at Jeffrey, the wide-eyed doorman, and entered. Minutes later, I was standing in my own bathroom, climbing into my own shower, and doing a rush-job at cleaning myself off.
Satisfied that I’d managed to erase the stench of my own sweat and blood, I clambered out of the shower, dried off, threw on some deodorant, and made for my closet. I grabbed the nearest suit off the rack - a charcoal colored name brand that cost more than most of Megan’s possessions put together - and threw it on over a light blue
My stomach let out a bear-sized growl and I doubled over from the sharpness of the hunger pangs. Being a bear meant having a huge appetite, and I hadn’t eaten in almost a full day. I scrounged around the kitchen, ultimately settling on an unopened bag of bagels, which I carried over to the couch with me and set on the coffee table alongside my drink.
Megan’s note had said to help myself to whatever I wanted and I was nothing if not a great listener. And besides, I’d be paying her back. Not only for the coffee and bagels, but for patching me up and offering me a place to stay. It was the least that I could do. Hell, if she gave me the chance, I’d pay off whatever loans and debts she needed handling. Even if my bear was still playing hooky, there was no doubt in my mind that Megan was my mate. She had to be.
I settled down on the couch, shoving a bagel into my mouth, and searched for the television remote. I found it on the coffee table and flipped on the TV, thumbing over to CNBC to check the latest stock prices. What I saw sent shivers down my spine and almost made me choke on my bagel.
Somehow, over night, my company’s stocks had plummeted.
It was the leading story on CNBC, and I flipped through to another 24 hour news channel to see if it had been picked up there as well. It had. In fact, it was on all of the news channels. My company was in free-fall and stockholders were pulling out at a breakneck pace.
Even worse, no one could locate the CEO for a statement or a solution. No one could locate me .
“Shit!” I cursed, flipping off the television and taking the remnants of my breakfast to the sink. With any luck, I’d be able to get the situation turned around and be back in time to see Megan again. As it stood, though, I didn’t have the time to sit around and wait for her to come home or to explain what was going on. All I could manage was a note. I scribbled a few short words down on a piece of paper and placed it on the counter where I hoped Megan would find it, then I ran out the door, still dressed in nothing but my shorts from the night before.
Without a phone, there was no way I could get in touch with my driver, or even order one of those on-demand taxis. Even worse, without any cash on me, I wouldn’t be able to hail an actual taxi. Even the bus would be off limits. That meant I had to get to the other side of the city, half-naked, in the middle of the day. Oh, and barefoot, because why the fuck not?
Any other day, I’d have risked shifting and taking to the streets as a bear. Today, though, sucked in that aspect too. Even with my human senses in complete disarray, my bear still refused to budge.
With no other options, I darted toward the nearest stairwell and began my descent. Fortunately, Megan only lived on the third floor of her building, which meant I was on the streets and running at a breakneck pace in a matter of seconds. With my lungs heaving and my body still aching from the night before, I raced toward my own penthouse apartment on the other side of town.
After what seemed like ages, I finally managed to reach my building. My chest was pounding and heart felt like it was going to explode, but I made it. Bloody blistered feet and all.
I strode up to the building, nodding at Jeffrey, the wide-eyed doorman, and entered. Minutes later, I was standing in my own bathroom, climbing into my own shower, and doing a rush-job at cleaning myself off.
Satisfied that I’d managed to erase the stench of my own sweat and blood, I clambered out of the shower, dried off, threw on some deodorant, and made for my closet. I grabbed the nearest suit off the rack - a charcoal colored name brand that cost more than most of Megan’s possessions put together - and threw it on over a light blue
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