Sebastian frowned, scrolling through the results, wondering if Blackwell was one of those weird people who didn’t use social media.
Wouldn’t someone who could afford to drop hundreds of thousands of dollars on a random human have some sort of internet presence?
Sliding his phone back into his pocket, panicked that he was walking into this meeting blind, Sebastian got up and left the office. Harding was waiting for him right outside in the hallway, folder still tucked under his arm and typing away on his phone.
“Ready?” he asked, putting his phone away. Sebastian nodded.
“Good. Follow me.”
They walked down to the end of the hall, Harding’s long strides once again forcing Sebastian to jog to keep up. They reached the conference room and Harding opened the door.
Sebastian hesitated before crossing the threshold, his legs shaking. He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and walking through the door.
The conference room was nice, with a big round table made of wood to one side of the room and a sitting area with two oversized armchairs and a sleek leather sofa facing a glass coffee table on the other.
Sebastian barely registered what the room looked like, his attention immediately going to the man standing with his back to them next to the window.
He was tall, standing at least six-foot-five, with wide, powerful shoulders, a trim waist, and long, muscular legs. His stance was relaxed and confident, posture loose and easy, and yet something about him made the little hairs on the back of Sebastian’s neck stand up.
For a second, time stood still. Sebastian stood in the doorway, frozen, staring at the werewolf who, for reasons unknown, wanted to claimhim.
He waited with bated breath for the alpha to turn around and show his face. In the meanwhile, he cataloged his back, taking in everything from the cut of his charcoal gray suit to the way he’d styled his hair.
Gaze moving down, Sebastian swallowed. Blackwell had the beefiest, most muscular ass he’d ever seen. Round and tight, it was like a work of art. Whoever had tailored his suit deserved a medal.
“Alpha Blackwell, Sebastian Mann is here for your meeting.” Harding’s voice made Sebastian jump in surprise.
“Perfect.” Blackwell’s voice was a deep, rumbling baritone, matching his intimidating frame perfectly and sending a shudder down the length of Sebastian’s spine.
He turned around and Sebastian’s breath hitched.
Blackwell looked at him, and Sebastian had to take a step back at the sheer intensity in the other man’s expression.
“Sebastian, this is Alpha Viggo Blackwell.”
“Hi,” Sebastian croaked, feeling like the weight of Blackwell’s gaze was about to crush him.
He’d never had someone look at him like they wanted toownhim. It was as heady as it was terrifying.
“Hello, Sebastian. It’s nice to meet you.”
Blackwell smiled, exposed pearly white teeth, his canines just a bit too sharp. Sebastian suddenly understood where the expressionwolfish grinhad come from.
“You too,” Sebastian mumbled, every last one of his instincts telling him to turn tail andrun.
Blackwell was handsome in a rugged, manly-man kind of way, with a wide jaw and a dimpled chin. He had high cheekbones, and his nose had an aquiline slant that made him look downright regal.
He looked like the kind of man who was used to giving orders.
“Is it?” Blackwell licked his lips and took a step closer. Sebastian took a mirrored step back, almost tripping over himself. Blackwell’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “You’re nervous.”
It wasn’t a question.
“A little?” Sebastian stuttered, completely underselling his mounting terror. He took another step back, hitting the door with a thud.
He hadn’t noticed Harding close it.
Blackwell stopped his approach, giving him space while his grin lost some of its menacing edge. He lifted his hands in the universal gesture forI mean no harm.
