Free Crazy for the Werewolf (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance, Alpha Wolf) by Cassie Laurent

I looked back at the clock again. 5:15 PM. Dammit, this last hour of work was crawling by at an impossibly slow pace. I’d finished all my work for the day, sent the reports up to my boss for editing, answered all my e-mails, etc. For this last hour I was counting the minutes, waiting for the day, and the week, to finally come to a close.
    Normally, I’m not like this. I love my job, and while I look forward to the weekend like anyone else, Fridays never go by this slowly. I’m usually so busy that the weekend is here before I know it. The fact of the matter was that as soon as the clock struck 6:00 PM I’d be getting out of here and hailing a cab to JFK.
    Two weekends from now my best friend Tara would be getting married to the man of her dreams. Tonight we were catching a nine o’clock flight down to Miami for her bachelorette weekend. I’d packed my bags and brought them to the office, just so I could head straight to the airport after work. Even so, it would be a close call getting to my gate on time.
    The rest of the girls, Kim, Ashley, Hannah, and of course Tara, were planning to meet up at our gate just prior to the flight. Since we were coming from all over the city, from our various office buildings, this was the only plan that made sense. I just hoped we would all be there in time for the flight; I didn’t want to arrive in Miami a minute later than scheduled. I was so ready for this weekend of bachelorette festivities to begin.
    Truth be told we didn’t have any particular plans for the long weekend. We’d rented a great villa right on the water thanks to Hannah’s careful planning. From there we just sort of figured we’d let things happen. With five curvy girls in a city known for its beaches, flashy cars, and fast-paced night-life, we didn’t expect it to take too long before trouble found us.
    I spent the next half hour checking and re-checking the weather in Miami. Things looked perfect for this weekend. I was looking forward to working on my tan during the day and getting wild in the clubs at night. Drinking margaritas on the beach sounded perfect after a long week in the office.
    Just then another e-mail came in from my boss, a last minute question about the most recent report I had sent out. I opened up the Excel file and re-checked the numbers and got back to him with an explanation. There was a simple calculation mistake in one of the formulas, but everything was in order now. I re-sent the file and looked up at the clock. 6:15 PM. Dammit, why couldn’t he have gotten back to me sooner? I closed my e-mail and shut down my computer before my boss could come back with another question. If he e-mailed me again, he’d get an auto-responder telling him I was out of the office until next Wednesday.
    I grabbed my bags and rushed to the elevator. It couldn’t get down to the lobby fast enough. As soon as the doors opened I rushed through the lobby, my heels clicking loudly across the marble floors. Outside the air was hot and humid. I hailed a cab and set my bags in the trunk before sliding into the backseat, grateful for the cool AC blowing inside.
    “Where to?” asked the cab driver, looking up into his rearview mirror.
    “The airport. JFK. Thanks,” I said, not meaning to sound rude, but I knew the stress in my voice might be misinterpreted, so I clarified. “Sorry, I’m in a rush, my flight takes off at nine o’clock.”
    “No problem, miss. I know a shortcut. We avoid traffic, yes?”
    “Yes, that’d be amazing.”
    I buckled my seatbelt and hoped he knew what he was doing. I knew we were cutting it close, shortcut or no shortcut. I couldn’t feel relaxed until I was through airport security and boarding the plane to Miami. For the time being, however, there was nothing I could do, so I started daydreaming once more about the weekend to come. Drinks on the beach, dancing in the clubs, maybe a weekend fling? I tried not to let my mind wander too far, but I couldn’t help it. I was