Free Bewitching the Werewolf by Caroline Hanson

 
     
    Chapter 2
     
     
     
    Twenty-four hours later, I was shown into a large office with an amazing view of
     
    lush forests and a gurgling stream. I was 40 miles from anywhere. The beaten path
     
    was now only visible by GPS.
     
    Zackary Connor’s office building was made of glass, endless windows giving the impression of being outside. It was exactly how I liked nature—air conditioned and bug free.
     
    The door opened and a well-preserved blonde in a black Chanel suit walked in. She was preceded by a roll of energy that was a pleasant yellow color.
     
    Werewolf.
     
    She extended her hand and I took a step back.
     
    “ I’m sorry but I can’t shake your hand. It messes with my magic.”
     
    She raised a well-plucked eyebrow at me. “Fine. I’m Nancy Connor. Thank you so much for coming.”
     
    “ Oh. Hi.”
     
    “ I was hoping to get a chance to speak with you before my son arrived. You must understand how distressing it is that your services are needed. My son is very conflicted over the situation and… well, don’t let him run you off.”
     
    Great.
     
    “ He didn’t hire me, did he?” I asked.
     
    I could see the answer already.
     
    “ In time, I’m sure he would have.”
     
    There was a painful pause where we didn’t make eye contact and each tried to think of something to say.
     
    “ Don’t worry he doesn’t bite.” She laughed.
     
    I was expected to laugh. The classic dog bite joke used to reference a werewolf. Hysterical , I thought sarcastically.
     
    “ What would you like me to do? Magic is tricky, especially with something like a love spell or lust spell. If he’s not open to it, it’s very unlikely to work at all.
     
    A deep voice that raised every hair on my body came from the doorway. “My mother has a knack of getting to people first. It’s very irritating.”
     
    The hottest man I had ever seen was standing in the door. If this man couldn’t get it up, that was a crime against humanity. I had a sudden impulse to provide some pro bono work, emphasis on the bono.
     
    He came forward slowly, looking me up and down, a flash of gold glinting across his green eyes. Sure, he was tall, dark and handsome but he was more too. Chocolate hair with a hint of a wave, expensive suit…did I mention the hair? Most werewolves have long hair and run around in crappy clothes. More Russell Crowe while this guy was very 007.
     
    The excuse being that they’re more in touch with their ‘animal.’ Plus, they don’t want to ruin good clothes by wolfing-out in them. But that’s no reason for bad hygiene. This guy didn’t seem like a werewolf at all.
     
    He seemed like an Ivy League over-achiever. One of those guys one reads about but never meets—at least not when he’s single. He should be married to some wasp whose parents came over on the Mayflower.
     
    Like his mother.
     
    He gave me a polite smile. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but I understand that’s not the proper Wiccan greeting.”
     
    Zackary had a relaxed air about him, as though he didn’t mind that I was standing in his office talking to his mom about his ability to get off.
     
    Sure, he didn’t.
     
    “ That’s right, we don’t do well with physical contact.”
     
    Zackary was staring hard at his mother, wanting her to leave while she studiously looked out the window, pretending to be oblivious. I thought I’d give him his money’s worth.
     
    “ Mrs. Connor, it was very nice to meet you. Will I see you again?”
     
    She snorted indelicately and turned towards the door, then paused and went back to her son. Nancy seemed like a bit of a Ball-buster and I wondered if she was going to berate him in front of me.
     
    She touched his chest, stroking his tie lightly as though it had a crease.
     
    It didn’t.
     
    “ Zack. Please.” She sounded delicate and a bit sad. “Just try.”
     
    He squeezed her arms and she backed away, going out the door and closing it. Zack walked past me to the