Her Billionaire Werewolf Stepbrother (12 page)

“I don’t have an ID.” I frown and
he laughs.

“I will get you one today. You
should know they make a mean Frappuccino and the best hot fudge sundae ever.” I
narrow my eyes. “Better than Earl’s. Swear.” He puts his hand up. “It’s why I
bought it.” He texts again and I sigh.

“That’s stupid.” I say and he looks
surprised. “It was more cost effective to just buy the sundae.” Jake grins.

“When I bought this place, they
were failing and about to close. I refurbished it after I bought it and it has
paid for itself already twice over.” I think about that. He has vision, I have
to hand it to him. Jake has always been able to see things that I can’t. I sip
more of my coffee while he taps away on his phone. I stare outside at the
passing foot traffic. Secretly searching for blondie. What is her game anyway? There
are a lot of people out there but none go into the building. It will be
different on Monday, I’m sure. A waitress comes to the table and refills my
coffee then takes my dishes. “Helen.” Jake says and she turns around. “This is
my assistant. She’s newly hired.” She smiles. “Anything she wants.” He nods and
she smiles again.

“Of course sir.” She says it
sweetly then leaves.

“She’s the usual waitress Wednesday
through Sunday for breakfast.” He’s back on that damn phone. I put more cream
and sugar in my coffee. The diner is somewhat busy.  There are old fashioned
pictures on the walls and I’d like to look at them but I don’t want to disturb
the other diners. I reach across the table and touch Jake’s wrist. He is still
tapping away and he has only eaten half his breakfast.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” He
grins then looks up at me and the smile fades.

“Just you. What’s wrong?”

“You haven’t eaten and all you do
is text on that phone. Is this how our life will be? If so, I’m not sure that I
want it.” I say seriously. He finishes what he was writing then puts it away.

“Jane you are my life. If there is
a plausible threat to my business, I am going to do everything I can to protect
it. When things are happening, like this I will be busier than usual but know
that you are always at the forefront of my mind.” I huff out a breath. “I mean
it Jane. Everything I do is for you, us.” I give him a little nod but it’s hard
to believe.

“Come on, I want to show you the
office. The sooner you take on your responsibilities the sooner it will free up
some of my time.”

“Finish your breakfast.” I don’t
move. He looks at it and stabs his sausage with his fork. Before I can finish
my coffee he has cleared his plate. “Good boy.” I say and smirk. He grins.

“Now come on.” We get up and I walk
beside him back into the building. The security guard at the round desk waves
us over. What now? Is she skulking around somewhere? He spins a clipboard
around and points. It’s digital.

“Sign there Miss.” He says. I look
at Jake, he nods and smiles. “And press your thumb there.” He points again. I
do it but I’m not sure why. He turns around to a computer and types something
then the printer springs to life. A plastic card drops out. He slides it into
another machine and presses a button. The new ID badge is presented to me. It
has my picture. I think it is the one that Jake snapped earlier. My name is at
the bottom with my new title. Personal Secretary to Mr. Jake Williams. I’m a
personal secretary. That was never my goal. Wait until Laurie Tickle finds out
she won’t be getting on her knees for Jake and ensuring her success. I grin.
Wait until she finds out I took her job. I almost laugh. I didn’t even have to
interview.

“What is it?” Jake asks pulling me
away from the desk toward the elevator.

“Laurie Tickle.”

“What about her?” He pushes his
code in.

“I took her job. Remember? She had
an interview.” He shrugs.

“The job is filled. My new
assistant can cancel all scheduled interviews.” The door opens and we step
inside. He pushes the floor he wants, it’s three below the apartment.

“Why did you have them scheduled if
this job was for me all along?”

“I wasn’t sure that you would
accept the position of assistant or mate.” His eyes are soft and I lean up to
kiss his cheek. “I hoped but you have a mind of your own Jane.”

“I was looking at the video earlier
of the elevator.” I say quietly. He raises a brow. “If you pushed me up against
the doors they couldn’t see us.” Jake purses his lips.

“No.” He says sharply and I narrow
my eyes. “They have imaginations and I don’t want them imagining you. That’s
for me only.” I cross my arms. He’s right. I don’t need to be their sick joke.
I am supposed to be his professional personal secretary. I was supposed to work
in a museum. I wanted to be a curator someday but even I know those positions
are hard to come by. I more than likely would’ve ended up as a tour guide and
maybe moved up in a few years. I still love art. Jake said that I could have
anything I wanted, I want to hang paintings in our home. There isn’t any art
anywhere in the apartment. No nick knacks, no pictures, no statues or figures.
Nothing. That decorator needs to go back to school.

The doors slide into the walls and we
walk out into a space is that is wide open. I think this is his floor or
something. Off to the right is a very comfortable looking waiting area. There
are plants and plush looking couches. Off to the left there is a large two
sided desk that makes an ‘L’. The chair behind it is white leather, the
computer is the latest in tech and the desk has a glass top. I like wood. Why
does he surround himself with all this modern glass and steel? It’s so
un-wolf-like. “Do you like it?” He murmurs against my ear and I shake my head.
“No?” He seems surprised.

“It’s too cold.” His lips purse and
he exhales.

“She assured me that any woman
would love it.” He thinks out loud.

“Who is
she
?” I hiss
suddenly jealous.

“Michelle. The decorator. What
would you like?” He wraps his arms around my middle and leans against my back.
I’m suddenly deliciously warm. “Wood?” I nod. “High backed leather chair?” I
nod again. “Hmm.” He hums sending a shiver down my spine. “Come with me.” He
takes my hand and leads me to the left to a frosted glass wall.

There is a panel built into the
frame. Jake puts his hand on it and part of the wall slides away to open into a
spacious office. The floor is wood like it is behind me but this floor is much
lighter. I would call it blonde. There is a massive wooden desk set up facing
us from across the room and a high backed leather chair sits behind it. The
chair is a deep red with brass buttons on the seams. Three huge computer
screens are lined up, a phone, a photo that I cannot see and stacks of paper
neatly sit to one side. “Like this?” He’s behind me again and I nod then go
around the desk. I sit in the chair and spin around.

“This will do.” Jake laughs. I know
it’s his desk but I want to play with him. “Oh.” I say when the computer
springs to life and a beach fills all three screens. “That’s pretty.” I say and
watch the water move.

“That’s Fiji, I think.” I look down
at the photograph on the desk. It’s of me. I feel my cheeks heat and reach for
it. I’m with someone but I don’t remember who. I’m laughing and I’ve just
popped a bubble. I can see the pink smeared on my lips. It’s fall and I’m
wearing a white sweater with the black flannel shirt that I spent so much time
in. My bag is slung over my shoulder and my hair is lifting in the breeze. It’s
long and straight. I used to blow it out and make it that way. It’s wavy now. I
stopped blowing it out in college. Sleep was more important than a hair-do.

 “You were with Tommy and Frances
that day. I was spying on you to make sure the boys didn’t bother you.” I
giggle. “I did that a lot.” I nod. I’d suspected. I only caught him once
though. “You were so beautiful and it was one of the prettiest days I remember.
You were too perfect not to take your picture.” He’s behind me again and
leaning over into my ear. “Stand up Jane.”

I glance at him and his eyes are
amber. Is he mad because I’ve invaded his personal space? I stand and I’m
immediately trapped against the desk. “This is my desk Jane.” I nod but
suddenly I’m nervous. “Do you remember what I said about my desk?” I do
remember. “Put your hands down flat on the top.” I do and wait. I think he’s
going to take me right here. “Lean over and do it. Reach toward the front
more.” I slide my hands out so I’m hovering over the desk. Jake pushes a button
that sits off to the right and the doors to the office slide closed. He wiggles
his mouse and the computer comes on. Three taps on the keyboard and his desk
top comes on, there are a million icons. How does he keep track of all that? He
clicks on one and a picture of his office appears. I’m looking at my face on
the screen to the left his is on the center and a view of both of us from the
side is on the right. Kinky.

“Can anyone else see this?” I
swallow the anxious bubble in my throat.

“No.” It is exclusive to my
computer. I feel his fingertips slide up my thighs. Tingles follow them. My skirt
lifts and I feel cool air on the backs of my legs. He eases my panties down.
“Step out of them.” I do as he says without moving my hands. “I’m going to fuck
you Jane.”

“I figured that out.” His growl
rumbles against my back and I can feel his heat through his clothes.

“I may fill that smart mouth
instead.” I smash my lips between my teeth. I’ve never done that if he means
what I think he means. I gulp down a breath. “Or I may just paddle this sexy
ass.” My brows scrunch together when his hand rests on my bottom. I’m not sure
I like the thought of Jake spanking me. His hand is warm against my behind and
I try to wiggle away from it.

 He’s smacked it before and I liked
it then but if it’s a full on spanking because I screwed up, I don’t think that
I will. I hear his pants unzip and I feel his hot length against my bottom. I
rub my backside against him hoping he will forget the spanking and my big
mouth. “Oh Jane. Still so beautiful.” I look at my face in the screen then his,
he’s watching mine. He’s watched every reaction I’ve had. His fingers are
exploring my wet center. “You may not have liked my words but they turned you
on. You’re soaked.”

“Spanking and the other thing
didn’t turn me on Jake.” I’m looking at his face in the screen. “You being
behind me knowing there will be desk sex turned me on. I hope it’s as hot as
foyer sex.” He pushes against me and slides his length along the lips of my
center. My arms nearly collapse beneath me.

His hand is on the desk next to
mine and his other one is cupping my mound. His fingers are on my clit. He taps
it as he slides into me, filling me. Tap, tap, tap, slide. Oh. I push back
against him and clench myself around him. He groans. I watch his face in the
screen. That’s hot. Jake’s fangs have dropped and his eyes are bright amber. 
Mine look normal and I wonder why mine don’t do that too. I feel myself
quickening and I see my pupils dilate. My body clenches, all the muscles freeze
for a second then I shatter around him. I feel my arms give out but I don’t
fall face first into the desk. Jake’s arm that was holding him up is now
holding me up. He’s still pumping into me then I feel and hear his growl. I
feel his teeth on my shoulder. It’s the other side from the mark. Is he going
to mark me again? It really hurt the first time. It’s healed but still, it
hurt. He just scrapes his teeth against my skin and I shudder.

“I love you Jane, I’ve always loved
you.” His tongue licks up my neck to my ear where he nibbles. He pulls out of
me and I feel the same as I always do. I want him back inside of me. It doesn’t
seem to matter how long the sex takes, or how long he stays when it’s over, I
want it again. Jake reaches grabs tissues from the corner of the desk and wipes
me. I wonder for a moment why he has tissues. It’s not like wolves get sick. “I
see your mind working Jane. What is it?” He’s dressed and I put myself back
together.  “Hey.” He says softly and tips my face to his with gentle
fingertips.

“I was wondering why you have
tissues.” Jake considers it and shrugs. “Do you have desk sex often?” I ask
tipping my head to one side. He grins and shakes his head.

“No. You are the first and last
person I have had desk sex with sweetheart. I’m not sure where the tissues came
from, they’ve always been there. I think a secretary somewhere along the line
put them there. They are good for wiping up my coffee when I spill it.” He
kisses my cheek. “Come on. I want to explain your job to you so on Monday you
are ready.” I follow Jake to the desk outside of the glass wall and he shows me
the phone, computer and calendar. Jeez he is busy.

He tells me what to say to those
that call when he’s busy, in a meeting or isn’t ready to talk to them. I sit in
my chair and hate it. I liked his better. I open drawers and look inside. There
are some files, office supplies and a coffee cup that’s been deserted. I decide
to keep it but wash it. It has a radio station logo on it.

Jake takes it from my hand and
dumps it in the trash. “I hate that station.” I sigh. “I will buy you any cup
you want. If you don’t want me to buy one there are some promotional ones
around somewhere with our logo on them.” It’s just a cup I conclude and leave
it in the trash but I look at it one last time. He really doesn’t like words on
things. Maybe I’ll steal one from our kitchen. “Had enough?” I nod. “Do you
want to go back to the apartment and listen to the banging or hang out and let
me catch up some work?”

“Can I surf the net on this thing?”
I point at the fancy computer. He smirks.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure that
technology is loaded in the big box Jane.”

“Wise ass.” I fold my arms across
my chest. “Go work and I’ll play with the big box.” He nods and goes back to
his office. I sit down and click on the big blue ‘e’.  I google him. There are
a lot of pictures. He has a different woman on his arm in every one of them. I
don’t like it but I move on. There is a story about a legal battle that Jake
won. Good. And a story about him dedicating a wing to a hospital. I see her,
the blonde in the background. Our perp. I scan the story but don’t find a name.
I swallow and minimize the window then move on. I wonder how many times she’s
there and I go back through the pictures. I don’t see her in any of them but it
doesn’t mean that she isn’t there.

I spend some time on social
networking sites, check my email then look at my calendar. First thing Monday
morning, Laurie Tickle. Her contact information is attached and I decide to
call her and cancel her interview. I pick up the phone and dial, she doesn’t
answer but I get voicemail. “This message is for Laurie Tickle, this is Mr.
Jake William’s personal secretary. We regret to inform you that we are
cancelling your interview. The position has been filled. If at a later date we
need to fill a similar position we will consider your application again. Have a
nice day.” I hang up and giggle.

“Enjoying yourself?” Jake calls
across the distance from his desk. I see his grin and laugh then nod.
“I’m glad that you like your job.” I go back to surfing. Jake finally comes out
hours later while I am watching a video of dogs on surf boards. It’s mindless
yes, but still fun. It seems to me that English bulldogs have a thing for
boogie boards and skateboards. Wouldn’t have guessed that. They seem more like
the lay around and chew on something type to me. He chuckles. I log out and a
picture fills the screen. “What’s that?”

“It’s just a painting.”

“Nice. Who’s is it?”

“I found it online, some obscure
underappreciated artist. Are you ready?” He keeps staring at it for a second
then wraps his arms around me.

“The team says that the banging is
done and they are mudding and sanding the wall. They will paint tomorrow.” I
make a face.

“Are these
your
employees?”
I ask and he nods.

“Can they do it Monday instead?” He
shrugs. “Let them have some time with their families Jake and let us have some
time alone too.” I give him my pouty face. He likes it and nods. “We can have
foyer sex.” I whisper and I feel him tense. I look up into his face.

“I have to disconnect the cameras
first. You’ll be on display right now I think.”

“You should move them to the other
side of the wall.”

“You’re right. I will have it taken
care of on Monday. Come on.” He’s leading me back toward his office.

“More desk sex?” Jake gives me a
lopsided grin.

“Not right now. I thought we would
go upstairs and have a late lunch early dinner. I’m hungry.” I hear his stomach
growl and I pat it. He goes to a wooden door in the corner that looks like a
closet. He opens it to reveal elevator doors. I laugh.

“So you can sneak in and out?” He
nods. I walk in and let him press the button after he closes the door. “So this
is how we get to work?”

“You can take the stairs if you
like.” He tells me. The doors open into our new foyer. “I had it reinforced and
I will have a reader installed. Right now we just use a key. One of the
security guys that I didn’t see steps forward and unlocks the door. He hands
the key over to Jake. It’s so plain out here now. There’s a big wall with damp
looking tape on it and the same marble floor that I know I will find on the
other side of the door. I’m not sure that I like this but I keep it to myself.
We go inside and shut the door behind us.

“Is he going to be out there?” Jake
nods but he doesn’t look happy about it. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m waiting for you to give me
shit about that.”

“I won’t. If that’s what you think
we need, I trust you.” I lean up and kiss him. “I’ll cook, you can watch.” I
head for the kitchen but he doesn’t follow me. I look in the fridge and find a
salmon filets that will be quick. He still hasn’t joined me. I decide he’s
probably texting on that phone again. I heat up a frying pan and pour a bit of
oil in it. I will do a quick sear. I find bags of vegetables in freezer. The
kind that you pop in the microwave and cook in the bag. That’s easy. There’s a
prepared salad in a bowl with a container of dressing beside it. I pull both
out and dress the salad then put it into small bowls. I taste the dressing,
it’s good.

When my pan is hot enough I
carefully place the fish in the grease then season it. I make drinks while it
is cooking and the microwave is steaming my veggie mix. All of it smells good.
I get the table ready and put the salads out. The drinks follow. Jake wanders
in on the phone. He’s talking to someone and comes over to look into the pan.
I’ve turned the fish twice, one side left.

He grabs the tongs and turns the
filets. He must like his rare. Some people do. I’m not one of them. He watches
it for a second while he uh-huh’s into the phone. “Sure, Wednesday, then lunch.
Ten thirty, see you then.” He disconnects and uses the tongs to put the fish
onto the serving plate.

“Got a date?” I ask.