Alpha Luna

2. Sexy or Creepy and with a side of Proud

He was weird, Kayleigh determined trying not to look his way again. He was definitely weird and his aura, she shook her head internally, was definitely wrong. But he was so perfect. Her eyes strayed and, unsurprisingly, she found him watching her. He had been watching her since he arrived. It had been so weird and quiet that Dean, the Chief of Human Resources, had had to introduce her quickly.

She had stood up and offered her hand and he shook it, after staring at it like it was from an alien planet. Then he’d held on until it almost started to get weird before he let go and announced in a gruff, sexy bass that the meeting should start.

“…and that is what we’ve achieved this quarter.” The Marketing Chief, Sam concluded and she turned her attention back to him. “Sir?” He asked when Sky did not acknowledge it.

“Yes.” Sky cleared his throat, then looked at the projection behind Sam. “This is great and all, but we had a goal for this year and it’s already more than half gone, yet we haven’t reached it. We might even make a 500 percent profit, but it is meaningless if we don’t reach our goal.”

“Yes sir.” Sam nodded.

“Work on it.” Sky told him and he nodded. “Make a new plan and submit it to me in two days.”

“I will see to it that Mrs. Abby gets it.” He assured, going back to his seat.

“I asked for it to be submitted to ME, Sam.” Sky clarified, looking through the papers in front of him with a frown and wondering how the company had managed to not go bankrupt despite their several unwise choices. He would have to speak to Abby.

“But sir, you are not scheduled to come in for a while.” Sam replied, trying to sound polite.

“Do I need a schedule to run my own company, Sam?” Sky asked with a raised brow.

“No sir. I will have it on your desk tomorrow.” He coughed.

“Good. What’s next?” Sky asked and, once again, his eyes strayed towards hers. It almost seemed like he could not control himself, she noted.

“That’s it. I think we can round up…” Abby started but Hedwig Collin, the Chief Financial Analyst spoke up.

“Actually, Miss Murray was giving me some suggestions on the Monaco deal and I found them interesting, so I was hoping the board would comment. Miss Murray, if you please.”

She did not like being put on the spot. What was she going to say to the twenty or so pairs of eyes looking at her expecting her to tell them something amazing, like how she could spin straws into gold. Well, she realized, she probably could but not at the moment, and she could not very well tell them that. Plus, there were his eyes to consider. His ever-darkening eyes and his gaze that sent thrills up her spine to her brain and down again.

She did not like this situation at all. But she had learnt very early in life that the universe did not care what she wanted. Her back straightened and she addressed the room, her voice calm and unshaking.

She was speaking. Lord, her voice was like a siren call washing over him and testing his control. He did not hear half of what she was saying, more concentrated on how in-charge she sounded. Anyone with that much confidence definitely knew what they were saying…most of the time.

“Did you just say the warehouses should be situated in Seattle?” He asked, not quite believing his ears.

“Yes because…”

“Have you seen the history of taxes being paid there?”

“Well, currently the taxes are down. The new senator is very benevolent.”

“Senator Russo is only benevolent because it suits his campaign. The moment he gets reelected, there will be an insane tax hike.” More unbelievable was the fact that the first conversation he was having with his mate was an argument about the location of warehouses.

“I was thinking we could offer him incentives.”

“What kind of incentives?” He asked and listened to her as she explained.

“So?” She asked when she was done and he accessed her. She sounded so sure of what she was saying. And the slight arch in her brows, the fire in her grey eyes and the slight downward turn of her lips told him she was a stubborn woman. How great for him.

“Do more research and let me see it when you are done. I will need both a graph and a table comparing both cities.”

“Yes sir.” She said and he visibly saw her relax. He almost smiled. Almost.

“If that’s it, then we can conclude today’s meeting,” Abby announced, and everyone filed out after picking up their papers.

“Miss Murray, a word?” Sky asked before he could stop himself.

“Of course, Sir.” And she was next to him, sitting so close he could perceive the soft smell of her cucumber shampoo, the smell if her skin mixed with…forest berries? “Sir?”

The girl must think he was an i***t with the way he was staring at her. But he was not sure what he wanted to say. You are my mate come back to the pack with me? She would probably freak, quit her job and then report him to the police as a potential stalker. He needed to woo her. Gain her trust and then he could lead her into his life slowly and steadily. “Tell me a little about yourself Miss Murray.”

“Um…” She laughed a bit and he found himself reveling in the sound “I was home schooled for all of my primary and secondary education. And I went to the University of Alaska where I majored in Economics with a minor in Business admin. I worked a few internships while in school and graduated 2 years ago.”

“2 years ago? So you are 24?” He asked and she shook her head.

“25.” She answered and his throat worked. She was young. So very young. Criminally young. He felt sorry for the life he would have to drag her into.

“Tell me about you, now.”

“I just did.” She answered, amused.

“I meant things a little more…”

“Sir?” Abby interrupted and he fought back a growl, but when he turned his attention to her at the door, she flinched, clearly reading the annoyance in his gaze. “There is an emergency.” He looked unimpressed by her excuse. “A level 6 emergency.” He looked unconvinced for another second before he sighed.

“You will have to excuse me, Miss Murray. I hope we can chat another time.” He stood up and so did she.

“Of course.” She hoped so and hoped not at the same time. There was something about him that drew her, but that was the exact same thing that sent warning bells off in her head. She did not like the ambiguity of the feeling.

He was halfway out the door when he realized he had not given either of them an opening to speak again, so he turned back to her. “I would like you to submit the data I requested, personally.” He said it in a way that left no room for a misconception of his thoughts.

“I will.” She answered before she realized and sank into a chair the moment he was gone, unable to still her wild heart. Was this what attraction at first sight felt like? She allowed herself to revel in the first natural feeling she was having for several long moments before she went back to work with the hope that she would see him again.

She did not.