Parker
He heard her stiletto’s clicking on the tiled floor of the packhouse, coming from the elevator. She was angry, he could tell just by the way she walked, or stomped her way to his office. He was damned sure that threat was the only thing bringing her to him right this minute.
She didn’t understand what she’d done, had been inside this pack for months unable to go out shopping and spend money, her pack card still had that limit, and she was on nothing but what she could earn for herself, which was nothing because she’d had no offers in months.
No one wanted to use her for a model because she was too much of an entitled b***h and couldn’t work with anyone. He’d not even once offered her anything from Lustre Inc. in over a year, he wouldn’t even use his own Mate as a model because of
