My heart was almost banging out my chest and my stomach was carousing with my kidneys. Any second now, she'll knock at the door.

I looked at my watch...again.

8:58 am. This five-minute wait was fucking killing me.

Chill out! We looked like a prick yesterday and the note. Fuckin' hell. The note!

My breathing picked up a little. And then I heard movement and a tap on my door.

"Enter." At least my voice was steady, even. Good, good. I've got this.

In she walked, I felt lighter, the air in my office became warmer and my stomach clenched at the mere sight of her.

My wolf let out a yelp and a whimper.

Fuckin' hell, we were both pathetic.

The air in the room seemed thinner as if being sucked out. My lungs felt tight and I was gawping again. This was beyond a joke—and I was the fricken punchline.

Who the... or what the hell was I turning into?

She looked at me as I noticed how different her hair was today. What—hair? Am I really assessing her hairstyle?

Apparently so...

Today it's messy, not the sleek look from yesterday and it's so fuckin' sexy - like she's just got out of bed in fact it looked like 'I just got fucked' hair.

Sweat prickled over the back of my neck and my stomach dropped to my balls.

What if she had just been fucked?

My eyes darted across her face, paying close attention to the subtle hints a sexual encounter would show. Her cheeks were a little flushed, her lips full. The fantasy of her from my shower this morning popped into my head and my dick stiffened. At least he was working as he should be.

But reality delivered a sucker punch.

What if she had a husband or a wanker of a boyfriend... or she's gay?

Gay, that didn't bother me. Hell, it's fucking hot and I imagine working with that. Scanning her fingers I checked for any signs of a ring. Nothing. Just perfectly manicured nails.

Phew. My shoulders relaxed. Not married so that was one less hurdle to jump over. And if there was a boyfriend, well, it never stopped me before.

But back to Sage. She was looking at me, still waiting for me to say something; anything. I know I should give her work to get on with, but surely just one more minute to let myself drown in the goddess she was.

Who would that hurt?

She didn't dress like the other women who usually surrounded me, always trying to get my attention. No—with her, nothing was on show, which left everything to my imagination. And my imagination was running fucking wild. This woman dressed for herself—not for anybody else. It absolutely gave her an air of confidence and was sexy as fuck.

There was no point denying it. I wanted her—badly.

So badly it scared me. But what unexpectedly worried me more was... what if she didn't want me? I swallowed, hard.

Quit it mate, that's never happened—Ever!

Time to man the fuck up. Focus. Game starts here.

"Good morning Miss Dufrene. Take a seat." I pointed to the chair opposite my desk. She nodded her head and sat.

Sitting there, back straight, knees together with her hands in her lap, she was waiting for my instruction. "I hope you managed to get set up yesterday, with no problems, yeah?" I scraped my teeth over my bottom lip, eyebrow raised.

She shifted in her seat and smiled that fucking perfect smile. It made the hair stand on the back of my neck and not for the usual reason.

"Oui, Mr Stone, I'm good to go." She paused to smile. "Ellen was extremely helpful and talked me through all your systems and explained quite clearly how you like things done. You can be rest assured, there won't be any problems Mr Stone."

I'm slipping again, lost as she spoke; with that subtle French accent. The sound of her voice was such a fucking turn-on. I don't think that's ever happened before, where I've been turned on by a woman's voice. I tried to think back to every other woman I've met.

Nope, never happened.

Getting up out of my chair, I made my way around my desk to stand in front of her. I'm sure she could see my semi-hard-on—pretty fucking hard not to as even at half-mast he was pretty impressive and I inwardly smirked.

Leaning myself against the desk sitting my backside down with one leg further up on my desk, I spread my legs wider. She's pretending she hadn't noticed my dick—but she had. There's a slight rounding of those pretty blues and a slight flushing to her cheeks.

Yeah, I can see it beautiful, you keep on looking. You and he will be best friends, of that I'm sure.

The tension in my shoulder eased. About fuckin' time. "Address me as Hunter, Miss Dufrene." My tone leaned toward a command, but fuck it. I wanted to hear her say my name—I wanted to hear her scream my name.

"Oh yes, of course, Sir, sorry Mr Hunter... I mean Hunter Sir...Hunter," she said a little flustered.

Definitely saw it now, I made her nervous. Now this I could work with and finally, we're on an even footing.

"Miss Dufrene, I have high standards. And very high expectations from an assistant, and sometimes that role involves stepping outside this building to perform those duties."

Her eyes narrowed, unsure of the direction of the conversation.

"I have a function I need to attend—tonight. You need to attend that function with me, yeah?" This was me being polite, although my tone was clearly saying I wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

I could see her mind churning, her eyes teeming with questions.

"You mean, after work, tonight?" she replied, her tone wasn't one of suspicion, more curious I thought.

"Yeah, tonight Miss Dufrene." I kept my face as straight as possible and held eye contact. She tilted her head, mulling over what I'd just said. She wasn't quite sure what I was up to.

Guessing the old me was finally getting his head in the game.

"Is there a problem Miss Dufrene, do you have a prior engagement, you need to rearrange?" I made it clear she would have to rearrange.

Oh yeah, definitely felt in control now. I dropped my leg and stood from my desk keeping my stance wide as I put my hands in my trouser pockets. A position, when I wanted to intimidate somebody—which I didn't want to intimidate her. Just needed her to understand that I wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

Shifting her feet, she rubbed her thumb. It's clear she was looking for a way out. "No Sir, I mean Hunter. It's just a little unconventional. I've never been asked to attend a function with my employer, outside of normal working hours."

"As I've said, Miss Dufrene. I have high expectations, see how you perform outside of my office... and for us to get to know one another better."

Her eyebrows nudged together as she took another second before she answered. "Wouldn't you rather wait to see how I perform inside the office first, Sir?"

"Hunter!" I tilted my head and raised my eyebrow. Point made.

She lowered her head for a moment before her eyes met mine again. "Hunter," she repeated.

Miss Dufrene, I'm gonna see how you perform inside and outside my office... in many ways. You can count on that.

"I've read your resumé, Miss Dufrene, you will not disappoint me... in any way... yeah?"

"I hope not Sir... Hunter," she amended.

She's frustrated with herself. She wanted to call me Sir, or Mr Stone. "Do I make you uncomfortable?" I paused for effect, raising my eyebrow. "Miss Dufrene?"

Again, she shifted in her chair and her cheeks flushed. Looking at me straight on, she pursed her lips. "No, not uncomfortable Hunter. I'm just a little surprised by your request."

Oh yeah, I like the sound of my name from her mouth. My dick twitched and lengthened a little more.

"Good," I responded, moving my hands from my pockets, and stepping closer to the chair. I leant down placing both my hands on either side of the arm of the chair. She moved back, tipping her head marginally to look up. Her eyes narrowed and again, she looked like she was trying to figure me out, like I was some kind of puzzle.

This close, her eyelashes looked even longer as they framed her striking blue eyes. They fluttered up and down like fragile butterfly wings and it was fucking hypnotic to watch. She inhaled a breath and still she was trying to understand my game.

Then something else hit me, being this close.

Fuck me!

She smelt fucking delicious. Like a spring morning... and something else. It flooded my nose and made me a little lightheaded. My head was suddenly full of memories of running through the woods back on my parent's estate, dodging the old trees and the sweet smell of clover underneath my wolf's paws.

Yeah, that was it. She reminded me of the woods back on my parent's grounds, where I spent my summers as a teenager with my brother.

It was at that moment that I realised why my wolf was so interested.

I could smell wolf...she's a wolf. Just like me. Goosebumps flooded my arms. No wonder my wolf's so fucking interested—he knew before I did!

Sneaky bastard, kept that quiet, yeah?

Behind my eyes, I swore he was laughing at me. He's now on his back; rolling around and sniffing the air.

She didn't budge an inch, so I moved my head to the side of hers, so she could feel my breath on her cheek. I listened for her heartbeat and there it was—it was racing as fast as mine, and she was holding her breath. My eyes closed for a second, and I had to resist the urge to lick up the side of her neck. This close the heat from her body was sending my dick into overdrive.

Shifting closing, my lips brushed her ear. "I want you to wear something red tonight Miss Dufrene, yeah?" Her breath hitched as she moved back quickly like I'd burned her.

"Something red?" Her voice was unsteady, raspy almost.

Honestly didn't give a shit if she wore red or not. I was more curious to see if she complied with my request. Pushing up, I stepped back, positioning myself in the stance from a few minutes ago.

Watching her, she nibbled her bottom lip. Fuck me, what I wanted to do with that mouth, nibble her bottom lip, suck on her tongue. I almost groaned out loud as I shifted my right hand, adjusting my pants as it's less roomy down there now.

Her eyes widened as she looked down.

Oh yeah, I made her nervous. Game on.

I pulled out my other hand from my pocket and turned to make my way around back to my chair.

"Yeah. Red, Miss Dufrene and be ready for seven. I'll pick you up on the dot. Don't keep me waiting, you won't like what happens if you do."

I smiled, sitting back in my chair. She still looked a little shocked by my request, but she hadn't said no, or questioned it further.

Now I needed to change direction, so she didn't have to think about it for a while. "I've emailed you some documents that need attention. If you have questions you can get me on my mobile."

She sat up straighter, her posture perking up. "Yes, I'll get onto that right away. Are you going out?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss Dufrene." She didn't need to know that I couldn't have her sit just outside my office all day—it would drive me fucking insane. I picked up my phone and stood to leave.

"Text me your address and remember Miss Dufrene, seven, no later." I already knew her address, I just wanted to see how long she took to text me and kill two birds with one stone—I'd then have her number.

She nodded her head as she stood from her chair. I gestured for her to lead us out of the office, but really, I just wanted to see her arse.

And yeah, just like I thought, fucking perfect!

Fun starts here.