Free Hunter's Prey, A by Sarah Cameron

Miss Jameson. I can see you are going to be much more of a challenge than Mr. Herrero ever was, but I'm actually looking forward to it. I see you are not kept in the dark and I also see you are entrusted with big secrets, as it should be. In our world, Miss Jameson, you will find that betrayal is often paid for with one's life.”
     
    “If you're trying to scare me, Mr. Newman, you're not doing your job properly.”
     
    A flicker of something evil shined in his eyes and she was tempted to allow herself to lose her poise for a mere second.
     
    “I can assure you, Miss Jameson: I'm not trying to scare you. If I was, you would probably be scarred for life.”
     
    “I don't doubt it, but perhaps you're underestimating my ability to cope with things, as well as my flexibility.”
     
    “Well, well, well. It's good to know that the kitten is sharpening her claws.”
     
    “You like animals a lot, don't you?” she said with a smirk, biting into a plump mushroom she'd brought with a fork to her plump lips, noticing his undivided male attention to the motion. So he wasn't immune.
     
    “I do. I think they're... superior, somehow.”
     
    Lifting an eyebrow, she nodded. “Well, superior species have a much greater responsibility to provide for the lesser species, don't you think?”
     
    Smirking, Newman swallowed a bite of rare venison.
     
    “Are we discussing my work ethics, Miss Jameson?”
     
    “Well, Newman Pharmaceuticals are facing quite a lot of lawsuits for unsafe medical trials performed on improperly informed patients, as far as I know.”
     
    “Let's talk about that then, shall we?”
     
    ***
     
    Damian was getting impatient. Impatient was actually a light term for the trips he'd been giving himself, picturing all sorts of scenarios that tied Zoe to Newman, his Nemesis. He knew Newman like the back of his hand and he didn't trust him with Zoe. He trusted her with him, though, which was exactly why he hadn't had The Forest burnt down with Newman in it before Zoe had arrived to the meeting. Besides, he loved that place – had been the brain behind the design.
     
    The security team he'd assigned to tail her were apparently doing their job brilliantly, informing him about her every move. They're exceeding my expectations. And her PA, Marissa, was taking her sweet time announcing the arrival of her boss, as she'd told him she'd do. Not that he needed to be informed of Zoe's proximity. He could scent her from a surprising distance and feel her from even further, his molecules weirdly connected to hers in a way that made it hard for him to not think of her all the time. He desired her completely, still thought about being inside her, about spending every single day in her delicious body. When he should work, all he could do was think about her and stress about her. She would become his obsession, he knew – but he wouldn't transform her into a weakness, a target. She was already too tantalizing a prey for all his business enemies, not to mention his other enemies – the less known enemies of shifters.
     
    His attention moved to the entry to the building, instinctively realizing Zoe was heading inside. Heart suddenly racing, Damian moved on the swiveling chair, facing away from the door. When she entered she would not see him immediately, which would give him a few seconds to cope with the potency of her scent without betraying his lust for her. He had a hunch she knew it, though.
     
    As predicted, the sharp points of her heels hitting marble floor alerted him of her presence. Her scent, though disguised by a thick coat of perfume, made him shiver with unrestrained lust and he wondered how he would be able to refrain from taking her again.
     
    Steeling his shoulders, he decided he would employ all his control to keep himself away from her. The wooden door opened and the creak resounded much louder in his ears than it would have in a human's.
     
    “You have a lot of explaining to do,” she announced