Free A Virgin for the Wolf by Harmony Raines Page A

other, so
she must be a single parent. Tricky, she could need the job for the
money, but how committed would she be if the child got sick and
needed her at home? Still nothing wrong with strong family
instincts. The picture of the child also told him, Miss Carter must
be a lot older than he had imagined.
    Having seen enough he headed off to filing.
    Walking into the confined space he found a woman
crouched down, indeed filing. She didn’t hear him come in and he
had a moment to take in her curvaceous body. The swell of her hips,
and the roundness of her bottom. Just right for breeding.
    He sighed, he was becoming obsessed with this mating
thing, and anyway she was much too old for him. Clearing his throat
he made his presence known, he had better get this out of the way,
and go and start his woman hunt.
    She jumped, turned around briefly and he noted her
age, only twenty at the most. Looking startled she rose to her
feet, turning towards him. He watched her lips move, but did not
hear a word she said, there was a ringing in his ears, and his
vision became clearer, his whole being centring on the woman
standing before him.
    In that instant he knew she was his mate, there had
never been a need to go out and find her, she had come to him. He
smiled, his devastating smile. In complete contrast to how women
usually reacted she looked like an animal trapped by a big bad
wolf, if only she knew.
    After all the times he had imagined this happening,
this was not how he thought it would be. Surely it would be like
some old movie, she would know instinctively who he was, and how
they were destined to be together and then fling herself into his
arms. Instead she looked for an escape route, only to look even
more worried in realising there was none.
    “Can I help you?” she asked, this time he heard the
words.
    “Yes.”
    She looked at him, expecting something more.
    “Sorry,” he said, shaking his head and smiling his
winning smile again. Holding out his hand he introduced himself. “I
am Nathaniel Greystone.”
    Straight away her manner changed, but still not the
reaction he usually got. Instead she became less fearful, and more
guarded. Her body language was enough to tell him that, yes, she
had lied, and now wanted to know whether he knew it.
    “Nice to meet you, Mr Greystone,” she was
appropriately polite.
    He wanted to say, “Call me Nat, want to go and make
some pups?” but realised that was a little premature. Instead he
said, “Likewise.” Their hands met and the earth didn’t so much
move, but his world shifted a little on its axis. He wondered if
she could feel it too, the slight buzzing in the palm of his hand,
the exchange of energy, energy that resonated on the same
frequency.
    As he watched she definitely seemed to relax, the
tension draining from her body. Now he had to decide how to play
it, the strong alpha male, or the laid back bachelor. His raging
beast took over, he was the alpha male, and she needed to know she
was his mate.
    Knowing she was already on rocky ground he would
leverage that, he did not have the time to court her for months,
she was going to do his bidding, and enjoy it.
    “Miss Carter,” he said, straightening up. “We have
found a discrepancy on your application.”
    She paled; he could tell she was wavering on how to
play her part. “Oh, are you sure? I thought the information was
correct.”
    “Come now, Miss Carter, we both know that is not
true.” He moved in closer, the beast with the scent of its prey
tantalisingly close.
    She blushed and fiddled nervously with her hair. “I’m
sorry. I simply wanted the opportunity to demonstrate how well I
could do the job. With no firm qualifications I have struggled to
do anything other than waitressing, and I need a career, Mr
Greystone.”
    “I have a zero tolerance for people, especially
employees, who lie, Miss Carter.” This close to her he had trouble
controlling the wolf in him; he wanted to make her kneel before him
so he could