Read Chasing a Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Four Online
Authors: Camryn Rhys,Krystal Shannan
Chasing a Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Four (11 page)
Hell no, he wouldn’t be back. Not ever if he could help it. The monkey suit and the alcohol and the loud music. It was all too much.
But he’d been the one who wanted to do something. Tomás had taken Lani to the alpha council for protection, but Alex hadn’t wanted to wait for another summit. He needed to do something.
As he walked through the crowd, he flexed his hands. This wasn’t what he’d had in mind when he told Maggie he wanted to help.
He should have seen Adrian shift.
Should have shifted.
Should have stopped him
.
One of his knuckles cracked under the pressure of his own grip and he stopped his progress, waiting for a group of screaming blonde girls in cowboy hats and bikini tops to pass him, shot glasses raised, wooting like football fans.
There
.
When the group cleared away, the magick wave felt more substantial, like it finally had a source. Julianna.
Only it wasn’t the Julianna he had seen in pictures. He’d expected staid and stoic, with a tight bun and a long-sleeved business suit. This woman was…a sex bomb.
His first instinct was to reach for his phone and text Maggie, but the downside of wolf magick was that it went two ways. Julianna absolutely felt his presence, and the way her pupils dilated told him that she hadn’t been expecting to feel it.
He reached out with his wolf to calm hers—a way his father had taught him of submitting to other wolves on their own territory… Only he didn’t receive any touch in response.
Just in case, he reached out again.
He felt magick. She had to be
.
A thick lump caught in his throat. No. If she had been a wolf, he would have sensed it.
Her eyes locked onto his and her mouth dropped open just enough that he could tell she was panting, though she may not have realized it. Beneath the silky, purple material of her dress, two points of her nipples stood out.
She was aroused.
Hell, he was aroused.
Alex stalked around the perimeter of the low, round table and grabbed the back of the empty chair. She leaned forward just enough that the low dip of her dress revealed ample and lickable cleavage. All of it, nearly to her rib cage.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a low voice. “That seat is taken.”
“I know.” He pulled the chair out. “I’m taking it.”
“No, I mean, I’m meeting someone.” Julianna’s eyes traveled down his thick tie and stopped at his crotch. She bit the side of her tongue inside her mouth, in the sweetest, most unconscious way she possibly could have.
“You’re meeting me.” He dipped his chin and waited for her gaze to return to his. Blood rushed through his chest at a thundering speed when she kept chewing and staring. “I’m Alex.”
When she finally brought her eyes up, a deep flush swathed her cheeks and went down her neck.
She was all conundrum, this woman. For hours, he’d studied everything about her, and he thought he knew her—thought Maggie knew her. They’d even found her secret digital hookup profile, but even that had been the stoic businesswoman on the outside. All aggression, all alpha.
But this. This woman wasn’t wearing a bra, and her luscious breasts strained against the thin fabric of her dress. She blushed and shuttered her eyes like a neophyte, even though her profile had been aggressive. Curves that wouldn’t stop and cleavage that made him forget about everyone in the club, all the music and the noise, all the gyrating idiots…but he couldn’t let her distract him from his mission.
“I’m Julianna.” She offered her hand and he took it. When their skin touched, he felt the pulse of that magick again. He’d never felt anything like it—drawing him forward, over the table if he could have, and right into her arms.
“I know.” He pulled on her hand until she leaned forward more and he pressed his lips to the top of her hand, dipping his eyes obviously to her cleavage.
“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. You look…different than your picture.” She rubbed her skin where he’d kissed her, almost absently. She had to be feeling the magick, but for her to not be a wolf…he wasn’t sure what to do with that.
He should text Maggie. Make sure they had the right woman.
How could Adrian Rossi’s daughter not be a wolf?
Unless…
Alex reached for his phone. “Let me just tell my friend that I’m here and you’re not a serial killer.” Through his eyelashes, he fixed her with a hot gaze. “You’re not, are you?”
“Please.” She reached for her purse and pulled out a thick black notebook with a folder shoved inside it. “This is everything I’ve managed to gather on you, Alejandro Sureda. If I am a serial killer, I am the stupidest one in history.”
Her long, graceful fingers ended in purple polished nails that glistened in the pulsing light as she flipped the folder open. “Mixed martial arts? Runs an MMA program for inner city kids in Miami? Holds a regional champion belt in his weight class for cage fighting?” She turned a few pieces of paper and his gut tightened as he recognized newspaper articles and personal pictures.
“How did you find this?” He picked up the picture from the
Miami Star
showing him with his belt over his head, back when he had a beard and longer hair. Before he’d been sent to Mexico. Even he didn’t have this picture.
Her features lit with a slow smile. “I do my homework.” She leaned across the table and her breasts rested on the black and white image of his victory face. “I run a multi-national corporation, Mr. Sureda. I can’t take any chances.”
Julianna closed the folder and returned it to her purse, leaving the notebook sitting between them. “Now. Do you still want to text your friend?”
He shook his head in disbelief. He wasn’t sure what Maggie had put in his profile, but he was pretty sure it hadn’t been the truth. The fact that she knew him, knew his background…his stomach churned.
She knows who I am. Stay close.
He cleared his throat and glanced at her purse. “You don’t want to text a friend to tell them I’m not a serial killer?”
Julianna pointed to her left. Two tables away sat three large, black-suited men, all with eyes scanning the entire club. They studiously avoided looking at her, or at Alex.
Bodyguards
.
“Smart woman.”
With a wry smile, she reached into the notebook and pulled out a neatly typed piece of paper. She slid it across the table and placed it in front of him.
His phone buzzed in his lap and Alex swiped at it. A text from Maggie popped onto the screen.
Should I send in Donovan?
“These are the guidelines for the weekend,” Julianna said, ignoring the fact that he’d just checked his text. “I would have preferred to email these to you ahead of time and discuss them over the phone, but as I said, I just learned had an unexpected free weekend, so I’ve brought them with me.” She folded her hands and rested her chin on them. “I’ll let you read through them and you can tell me if you have any questions.”
This was the Julianna he had expected. Even with the sex kitten dress and the blushing, she’d managed to find her inner CEO.
Rules for the weekend
. The sheet had two columns.
What is allowed
and
What is not allowed
. Alex skimmed both sides and raised his eyebrows.
“It says I am not allowed to leave the penthouse. What penthouse?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I have a penthouse at the
Puerto Villa
.” She slid a gold keycard from the black notebook and placed it on the table near his empty hand. “This is a key to the private entrance. Show this card to the valet in the parking garage and he’ll help you find it. If you are interested, meet me there in two hours. If not, it’s been nice meeting you, and no hard feelings.”
He turned the keycard over and saw the logo for Adrian Rossi’s hotel in silver swirls against the gold. She had to be the right woman. Not to mention the fact that the magick was pulling at him.
As she gathered her things and rose from the table, Alex grabbed her hand. “Wait.”
Her intake of breath was so loud, it drew the attention of her bodyguards, but she calmed them with a reassuring swipe of her arm.
She met Alex’s eyes. “What?”
“What about the list I have for you?”
The magick slid around them while their skin remained in contact, and Alex could feel his dick hardening.
Damn. I need to fuck this woman—
that was his list.
Julianna pulled her hand out of his and a wrinkle of fear crossed her features, but was quickly gone. She smiled and clutched her purse close to her side. “Bring your list with you.”
She was gone before he could respond, but he could watch her walk away. The sway of those hips, the casual stop and the glance over her shoulder. The smile.
Alex shook his head, trying to rid himself of the magick that seemed to stay wrapped around him, pulling him toward her. The bodyguards stood one at a time, taking different routes through the club so that one of them eventually ended up exiting before her, no doubt, checking out all the crazies on the outside.
He swiped at the screen on his phone and typed out a text to Maggie.
She’s taking me to the PV. Penthouse. Could still work out
.
In only a few seconds, Maggie had texted back.
Text when you have it. We will wait
.
With his phone in his pocket and the keycard in one hand, Alex followed Julianna’s path out of the club, happy to be leaving the loud, craziness behind. He hadn’t considered she might actually invite him to her penthouse for the entire weekend, but if it was the only way to get at whatever information she kept in that black notebook of hers, then it was worth it.
He would just have to take one for the team.
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of hot historical romance with paranormal elements and co-author of the Moonbound series--a spinoff of the VonBrandt Werewolves from Somewhere, TX.
Loves Florentines and lightbulbs. Writes about cowboys who cook and demons who captain airships and werewolves who save the world. Once met Queen Elizabeth. Can swallow a sword. Eats jalepenos by the handful. Former chef, turned writer. Currently living in Canada. Owns a falcon. Not all parts of this bio are equally true.
