Bewitched Werewolf

Episode Three

The thought of him sleeping around really bugged me, but it was none of my business. I tried to push the jealousy away.

He turned and looked at me, then picked up a crystal paperweight from his desk, tossing it up and down in his hand absently. “The council believes I need to be more aggressive, take more partners until the beast decides.”

“They want you to sleep around.”

He gave a small smile, Yeah, why am I arguing, right?

Why are you arguing? Isn’t it like a male fantasy to sleep with everyone in sight? Be panted over by lots of hot…bitches? I wondered if it was alright to say bitches since they were female dogs. It should be technically correct.

I’m not sure if I can say this without sounding stupid but… I’ve done that. I’ve slept around, and I’ve played on the field. Now I’m ready to…possess. I want to own my mate and be owned in return. That’s what is missing. I don’t want to have i*********e with any woman, hoping she’ll be the one, but it’s getting to the point where something drastic will have to happen.

He scrubbed his face with his hands, and then he looked at me with an earnest, almost pleading look. My whole life I have expected to find my soul mate. I’ve seen it happen to others over and over…everyone says when it happens you know. So I thought I would. Now I wonder if I missed it or if maybe there is something wrong with me.

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with you,” I said with a dreamy sigh.

He frowned at me.

“Sorry. Okay, how can I help you?

“Shouldn’t you know the answer to that question?” There was no animosity in his voice, but I could tell he was at a bit of a loss.

“You are exactly right.” And if you were not messing with my hormones, I’d have a game plan. I stood up. So, I’m going to go and think about this and come up with a plan. I will need to see you interact with the pack and with… the females. A little hocus-pocus, and hopefully you’ll be poking your one true love in no time. Oh man, I really said that. I was backing towards the door, while he looked at me like I was an injured bird he might have to put out of its misery.

“Fine. There is an auction tonight. A fundraiser for Muscular Dystrophy at 7pm. I’ll pick you up at 6:30.

I blinked.

He smiled and I almost said something obscene. Little lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, and a trace of a laugh line was on each side of his mouth. Ivor was even hotter when he was happy.

Figured.

We only run around n***d and eating rabbits in the full moon. Most of the time, we are quite civilized.

“Oh.” Not my wittiest response.

And then I bolted.

I took the opportunity to dress up very seriously. It sounds stupid, but I have a thing for little black dresses. Especially when they are on a clearance rack. And it happens a lot, because all women love a little black dress, and yet, have nowhere to go.

Hence, they go on clearance until some chump like me comes along and buys them. Even though I know I’ll just stick it in my closet and watch it turn grey from dust.

But not tonight!

There was a knock on the door at 6:30 sharp. I opened the door and there was Ivor. He was wearing a tux. An expensive, custom-made tux, which meant that not only did I get to see how square his broad shoulders were, but I could see his lean waist and imagine the washboard abs that were undoubtedly rippling with every breath.

Dogs aren’t the only ones who drool.

“Hi. You look wonderful. He was looking me up and down like he meant it.

I blushed and beckoned him inside.

I just needed perfume and my purse. He followed me in, glancing around the room. I grabbed my perfume off the bed and was about to spritz it on when Ivor spoke up.

Sorry, could you not put perfume on? I’ve got a massive headache and my superpower is a heightened sense of smell. He seemed apologetic.

“Sure. No problem. Super-smell? I couldn’t imagine that was much of a plus. I have already put on body lotion. Hopefully it’s not too strong. I wasn’t sure what else to say. I’d never had to apologize for smelling good before. “Do you want me to get rid of your headache?”

He looked at my lips. “Can you do that?”

I tried desperately not to lick them or slap my hand over my mouth to hide myself away from him.

“Yeah. Start getting your money’s worth, huh? Just sit down.

He unbuttoned the jacket of his suit and sat down on the bed. The only chair was covered in clothes. There is no magic spell for putting clothes away, trust me.

My stomach flip-flopped. I had this desperate urge to push him back and climb on top of him. Hot, hot, man.

Trapped in my room.

And now he’s on my bed.

Unbuttoning his clothes.

Yowzah.

Ivor looked at me, his nostrils flaring slightly, and I had this sudden and profound worry that he could smell my desire. His hands went to his thighs and he rubbed his pants briefly as though cold.

“Or I could give you an Advil?” I said, hoping he’d take me up on it. It was entirely possible I would sexually assault him if I got too close.

And I think that might be enough to get me fired.

His gaze met mine before sliding down my body like I was a b****y steak. It was the wolf who was watching me now. Cold and calculating instead of the Ivy League businessman. His voice was little more than a growl that vibrated through me. No. You do it.

Oh mama.

I took a step closer to him and then another, so that I was standing right between his legs. A chair would have been better-- then I could have stood behind him. But the only thing worse than standing between his legs would be crawling onto the bed behind him.