Romance: Stranded With The Lion: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Werebear Romance, Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance)

Romance: Stranded With The Lion: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Werebear Romance, Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) by Ashley Hunter

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up to the woman’s strut.
    “We’ve looked over your resume,” the woman spoke without warning.
    “Oh! Uh…”
    “Impressive work, considering. Of course, we did expect someone… different. Your credentials are more than enough to get you hired.” The woman said, never slowing down her pace as she led Elle down a hallway that was just crawling with unbelievably good-looking people.
    “Now, the Sheikh will be waiting for you to assist in a few small errands, more to gauge how much you can take at once. He’ll be expecting his coffee as well as his first ‘rules’ of the day. You’ll be speaking with Avani—the Sheikh’s first secretary and she’ll be giving you a rundown as well as your training of what you need to do, so save your questions for her.”
    “You should know that while you are here, you need to maintain a certain standard of appearance,” she said this as she shot Elle a look of thinly veiled disdain.
    “The Sheikh is a very important figure in business and his secretary should look the part.”
    “Oh, of course…” Elle muttered, cheeks burning.
    “I’ll have you know that you’re not the first woman who’s walked in here expecting a simple job. The Sheikh’s already fired his five previous secretaries, after Avani, of course.”
    Elle blinked curiously as they took another turn down a hallway.
    “Wait… what happened to Avani?”
    “Ugh, she went and got herself married and now she’s pregnant.” The woman sighed as though the whole situation was a huge inconvenience.
    Elle was nearly baffled at the reaction.
    “Which was a huge deal considering since the Sheikh has been giving all other women a hard time. But he’s absolutely gorgeous so you should count your lucky stars or something.”
    “Uh…” Elle was at a loss for words.
    “Sorry, I never got your name?”
    “Alliana.” The woman said, “But you won’t need to remember it, since we’ll probably never see each other again. Here we are.”
    She paused for a moment after they arrived to a long set of double doors of a deep mahogany.
    “Avani is inside and waiting for you, so do as your told and maybe you’ll be lucky. Ta’.”
    And just like that Alliana was sauntering off, expensive heels clacking away. Elle watched her disappear down a hallway before glancing back at the door.
    With a sigh, she leaned over and lifted a hand to knock before she changed her mind and grasped the fine sterling handle.
    With a turn and push, Elle made her way inside the room and nearly gasped when she beheld her surroundings. The office was beautifully done and since it was near the top of the building, immense glass windows became the walls near the far end.
    The view outside was spectacular, and the light of the day glanced off from the surrounding buildings made it look all the more enchanting. Before Elle could find herself entranced, her green eyes managed to fall over the only person sitting in the suite.
    Elle had been told she would meet Avani, but the figure lying on the white couch adjacent to the windows was certainly not Avani, but a very well dressed man.
    He was covered in a fine suit of a beautiful shade of cream and burgundy trim. He had an arm over his eyes so Elle couldn’t see his face clearly, but he looked to be at ease. Long legs resting over the white cushions, and his broad chest was moving gently, he looked like he was napping.
    Elle took in a cautionary breath, uncertain on what to do. Her first instinct was to turn around and leave, cursing herself for not having knocked earlier.
    To her surprise, Elle wasn’t given an opportunity.
    “Are you going to just stand there all day or are you going to come here?” The man spoke, not moving an inch aside from speaking. His voice was an attractive baritone with a lilt to his words that reminded Elle of a British accent, yet he rolled his tongue over some of the words pleasantly.
    Elle was spurred forward, taking a few steps deeper into the suite before she

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