There was no faking those sorts of things.
Just as I was about to plop my ass onto one of the stools surrounding the island, the in-home intercom system dinged to life.
“Mr. Oberon, a Ms. Tegan Rollins is here to see you. Would you like us to let her in?” Ken, the security guard who worked the front gate, asked.
Fucking gated communities. I was a wolven. An apex predator. Why the fuck did I need to live in a gated community?
“Yes, Ken. Go ahead and let her in, thanks. In fact, add her to my priority guest list. She’s welcome at any time,” I said with a smile.
“Will do, sir. Have a lovely evening,” he said, and with a click, the intercom shut off.
Any moment now Tegan would pull up to my house. She was going to be here, in my home, having dinner with me.
My security system alerted me to movement in the driveway and I made my way to the front door just as Tegan rang the bell.
When I opened the door, the sight of her took my breath away. She looked gorgeous.
Her hair was styled in loose waves and her dress—sweet goddess, her dress. The light pink color matched my shirt and clung to every inch of her body, the low-cut neckline putting her perfect breasts on full display. I mean, I hadn’t seen them yet, but I was confident they were perfect, just like the rest of her.
My ears perked up and my tail shifted from side to side rapidly. I had to fight to keep my tongue from lolling out of my mouth. I was just so damn excited to see her.
“Hi there,” Tegan said with a giggle. “Are you going to keep staring or did you want to invite me inside?”
Haha, shit.That sassy little attitude made me want to spank her ass until it was bright red.
I scratched my ear and smiled. “Oh, uh, yeah. Come on in. Glad to see you found the place okay.”
Glad to see you found the place okay?The fuck, Atlas? You live in the most exclusive neighborhood in town. Of course she found it okay. Idiot. Any game I had went down the drain when it came to Tegan. She reduced me to a bumbling simp.
And the truth was, I had no problem with it.
I held the door open and gestured for her to come inside, admiring the way her dress fluttered with each of her steps.
“So, this is my house. Yes, I know it’s a little ridiculous for oneperson, but for the time being I’m sort of stuck with it.” I figured it was best to address the whole mansion thing sooner rather than later.
Tegan’s bright green eyes widened as she took in the sleek white surfaces and modern decor. “I really like it, actually. And your shirt, too. We match.”
Like the stupid love-drunk puppy I was, my tail wagged even harder. “You do?”
“Yes, silly.” She nudged my shoulder playfully. “Where can I put this?” Tegan held up a white box that I assumed was our dessert.
“Oh, the kitchen’s through here.” I grabbed her hand, leading her down the hall to the kitchen.
“Atlas. Are you serious?” she mumbled as she looked around the kitchen.
“What?” I asked as I took the box from her and set it on the counter.
“This kitchen! This is like a full chef’s kitchen.” The excitement in her voice was cute.
“Well, I like to cook, so—” I shrugged and scrubbed my claws along the back of my neck. I guess I never thought much of it because I saw it every day, but it was my favorite part of the house.
“You’ll have to give me lessons,” Tegan said as she sat down at the island. “I’m hopeless when it comes to cooking.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Your job involves cooking.” I leaned over the island and stared at her, just marveling at the sight of Tegan,here, in my house. On another date withme.
“I went to school to become apastrychef. That isn’t the same as being a regular chef.” She giggled and rolled her eyes at me before tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.
“Well, my apologies, Ms. Rollins. But I’d love to teach you to cook. And it just so happens that tonight you’ll be having your first lesson.”
