Free Eligible Billionaire: Alpha Mated #1 (Alpha Billionaire Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Mac Flynn

CHAPTER 1
     
     
    Who knew a werewolf billionaire playboy would fall for Plain-Jane me? Or that werewolf billionaire playboys even existed?
    But that's starting at the almost-beginning of my story. I'll rewind a little ways to get you guys caught up on my sensual dealings with a certain handsome devil, and our little pleasure adventures in the paranormal world.
    It all began one late-winter day not too long ago. The world was awash in holiday colors provided by the twinkling lights, the glistening snow and the cheery faces walking on the streets. It was a pity I was trapped in my cubicle far from any window. The only view I had was the one on the calendar, and that just showed me a bunch of adorable kittens playing in a field.
    I leaned my elbow on the desk and stared at those happy kittens. A sigh escaped my lips. "Lucky dogs-er, cats," I whispered to myself.
    A head popped over the top of my cubicle wall. The red-haired cranium belonged to my best friend, Ruth Reid. She had her usual wide grin on her face as she slung her arms over the top of my wall and leaned over.
    "You talking to yourself again?" she asked me.
    I leaned back in my chair and smiled. "I'm always guaranteed to have an intelligent conversation."
    She set her chin on her crossed hands and furrowed her brow. "You sure you were talking to yourself?"
    I studied the wall and my friend. "Are you sure you should be up there?"
    Ruth grinned. "So it's 'no' to both those questions?"
    I rolled my eyes and slid my chair closer to the wall. I placed my palm against the wall and gave it a soft shake. "Come on, get down before you-"
    "Miss Reid, what are you doing up there?" a voice barked.
    I groaned and Ruth winced. She slowly slid out of view. I rolled my chair to the opening of my small prison and peeked around the corner. A wide, short man stood in her doorway with his arms crossed. He wore a blue suit that did nothing for his figure, and only seemed to accentuate his increasing baldness on the back of his head. The man was our portly supervisor, John Bulla.
    He glared at my friend as she sat cowed in her chair with a nervous smile on her face. "Miss Reid, I've warned you time and again about climbing on the walls."
    She nodded her head like a bobble doll. "I know, Mr. Bulla, but I was just-" He held up his hand and shook his head.
    "No excuses. If I catch you one more time you're out. Do you understand?"
    Ruth cringed. "Yes, sir."
    "Good." Bulla turned to me and pursed his lips. "Was there something you wanted, Miss Combes?"
    Combes was my last name. My other handle was Dakota.
    I shook my head. "No, Mr. Bulla. If you'll excuse me I'll get back to work." I pressed my heels in the thinly carpeted floor and pushed myself back into my cubicle.
    Bulla's heavy footsteps retreated from our little domains. After five minutes of typing madly away at a report I barely understood a head peeked out from the side of my cubicle entrance.
    Ruth studied my typing fingers. "How can you do anything on a Friday?"
    I didn't look away from the screen. "Because I'm paid to do stuff on Friday." She pulled herself in her computer chair into my cubicle until our arm rests bumped together. I stopped my work and glared at her. "You're going to get us both fired."
    She leaned her cheek on my shoulder and smiled up at me. "Then we can look for new jobs together."
    I pursed my lips. "What do you want?"
    She started back and dramatically pressed her splayed fingers to her chest. "Moi? Want something?"
    My face fell and my eyes narrowed. "You only give me those brown eyes when you want something."
    Ruth dropped her hand and shrugged. "Well, there is a little favor I wanted-"
    "He's here!" a voice in a neighboring cubicle giggled.
    "Oh my god!"
    Ruth jumped to her feet and looked over my cubicle wall. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "It's really him!"
    I raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
    She clasped her hands and her eyes sparkled. Her voice resembled the squealing of tires on a hard corner.