“What the hell was that?”
Chapter 8
LEENA
My heart fights against my ribcage, trying to break free and run back to meet Grant. I lean against my door, shutting my eyes tightly as I try to get my body under control.
“Oh my God. Oh my God!” I release a gust of air after each word. “What did I just do?” We had been so close to kissing.
Who am I kidding? I was ready to fuck that man.
The second his skin made contact with mine, I knew it was over for me. Every single time he's been close, it's been a battle to keep myself together.
Grant is absolutely sexy, and I get why anyone would want to be with him. He carries himself with so much authority that I can't help but want so much more.
That touch. I shudder just thinking about his hand on my body. I wanted it to travel. I wanted his fingers to roam every inch of me, inside and outside. The only way to fight the feeling he has stirred up is by flat-out running away.
I hear Grant's unmistakable footsteps stopping outside my door. He's close to it—probably contemplating if it's a good idea to come in.
There's a tense moment where neither of us moves. If he opens the door, then it's over for me. I'm going to kiss him then and there. The air freezes as we wait.
The footsteps suddenly walk away, and I bite my lips in disappointment before sliding down the door. What am I doing?
This damn wolf side. It has to be what's causing these feelings to stir inside me. It hasn't been the same with any alpha or shifter I've met, but maybe Grant is just different.
“I'm going to run mad, I just know it.”
My body slowly begins the journey of adjusting back to normal. It doesn't go all the way, though, and I still feel a lingering sensation.
My legs still shake a little from so much longing, and my nipples are probably going to tear through my shirt soon.
I force myself onto the bed and lie face down, pressing my face against the pillow. My intrusive thoughts kick in, making me scream into the pillow. It's a muffled sound, but I'm pretty sure anyone can hear me.
I've never been a fan of physical affection. It's not the sort of thing I grew up with, nor is it something I've searched for.
Grant’s thanking me kick-started how I felt, and his touch sealed it for me. It was scary that anyone had the power to make me feel the things I just did—with just nearness and a touch.
I'm too restless to stay in bed for long. After about half an hour of lying here, I gather my thoughts before getting up.
Grant still isn't back, which is a good thing. It means he didn't try to hop back into work after eating, or he's probably still in the process of downing what I made for him.
I go next door to his office and try the handle. It opens without any resistance. I'm also anxious about this until I remember my job title, then all the weirdness disappears.
“I'm his assistant,” I remind myself. “I'm allowed to be here.”
The first thing I notice is his scent. Grant has been here for so long that his scent is the most prominent thing in the room. It also isn't a bad thing that the alpha smells amazing.
I find myself taking deep breaths, sucking all the air in the room and storing it in my lungs.
Everything that happened stopped me from getting a good look at the office before. The room looks cozy enough to work in, but too uncomfortable to sleep in.
I'm assuming this is by design, because Grant will likely crash here if he gets the chance.
It's also surprisingly clean, especially considering how much time the alpha spends locked up in here.
Grant is clearly no slouch, but the scattered papers on the desk are the only thing out of place. There are also some arranged in a pile on the floor.
“What sort of pack uses this much paperwork?” The answer to my question flies into my head the second the words leave my lips. “Shit, he runs a law firm.”
