Page 24 of Cuffed By the Wolf

I smile as they break into song, “Thank you.”

“You all are welcome.”

“Hey, aren’t you Gavin’s secretary?” the blonde asks.

“That’s me,” I say, walking over.

“Has he mentioned me?” I ask. “Mind if I sit?” I gesture to the empty chair.

“Go ahead,” the redhead answers.

“I’m Sasha Walker,” I introduce myself, shaking each hand as they do the same.

The blonde is Kiley Erickson. The redhead is Rebecca Ford. And Luxi Maverick is the one with the dark hair and bright blue eyes—youngest and prettiest of them all. A familiar tingle creeps through my fingers, like the one I felt when I shook Ms. Gloria’s hand. But this one’s different—dangerous. I discreetly lower my hand beneath the table because the possessive mate in me wants to rip their pretty heads off for fucking my mate.

“Sorry, did you say he’s talked about me?” I ask.

“Gavin says you’re making his life a living hell,” Kiley replies.

“We’re both making each other’s lives hell,” I say, raising my eyebrows.

“Who better to handle him than his own secretary? No one else in this town dares stand up to him.”

“I’ve tried putting my foot down. Yesterday, I mentioned to Gavin I want more from him,” Kiley pipes up, crushing my heart with her heeled boot.

“I don’t want more from Gavin. Don’t get me wrong—he’s incredible in bed and very sexy—but I want a mate. Gavin made it perfectly clear he doesn’t believe in mates. It’s time for me to move on,” Luxi adds.

I squeeze her hand gently. “I’m sure your mate is out there somewhere.”

“He said he doesn’t do mates,” Rebecca says next. “He was very clear our deal is strictly sex. I’m fine with that.”

“So, you’re content with meaningless hookups?” I press.

She exhales deeply. “I secretly have feelings for him, but I won’t tell him. I’ll take whatever small piece of him I can get.” Erasing her from existence starts sounding like a tempting idea.

No, Sasha, it isn’t.

Suddenly, I feel calm.

“You ladies are pretty cool. Mind if I get a photo with you?”

“Yes, of course,” Kiley replies.

I move around the table and stand between them, smiling as I snap the picture.

I wonder how the sheriff will react when he finds out I’ve been getting close to his omega fuck bunnies. Something tells me if I mention to him I’d hook up with Fitch, he’d burn the entire sheriff’s department down.

As I saunter into work, I speak to my coworkers, then power up my computer. My gaze moves over to the sheriff’s office. His blinds are drawn. Guess he’s not in yet. Dang it. I bought his favorite coffee. I know it makes him a little less grumpy. He’ll probably be in soon. I’ll put it on his desk.

I throw open the door. His gigantic form is reclined in his chair, arms folded, sleeping.

Instead of making a scene, I close the door behind me quietly and place his coffee on the desk.

I halt in front of him. “Sheriff, did you have a long night?” I ask.

His eyes pop open. “You could say that.”

I pull my phone from my skirt pocket and find the picture in my camera roll. “Were you with them?”