Who the f**k does he think he is, telling me how short my skirt should be? Especially after he was the one that kept telling me how much he likes the look of my arse in my skirts. A big part of me wants to take my skirt off altogether and walk around the pack house just in my thong, but I don’t think it would give the right impression to our guests and despite my wolf’s assurances that Chris can’t go twice in one day, I’m not willing to risk it. He certainly isn’t getting any from me from now on, not now I know that he is screwing around, but I don’t want to have a big confrontation with him about it just before the guests from the council arrive.
I walk slowly out of the pack house taking my sweet time to make sure I am not back in my office too quickly. I should have really asked Chris
