Free Shifting Destinies: A Paranormal Interracial Story (HIdden Hills Shifters Book 3) by Vella Day Page A

surprised to see her there because he was through with lying—or at least he would be in a moment. “I’m here to see the boss.”
    Technically, that was true since he was the boss, and he’d be looking at a mirror to make sure he looked good for her interview. Unfortunately, the animal in him was working hard to come out, and he hoped he could make it into his office before he gave into his urges. He’d like nothing more than to taste her, but if he touched her, he’d want it all.
    Not wanting her to ask any more questions, he headed toward the hallway.
    She called after him, “The boss isn’t back yet.”
    Wade held up a hand to indicate he’d heard. “I’ll sit in his office and wait for him.”
    If he looked over his shoulder and saw her face, he’d cave. She’d either be concerned for his welfare, or be angry that he’d barged in ahead of her, but that was the chance he’d have to take. What that woman did to him. If that reaction didn’t convince him she was his mate, nothing would.
    As soon as he stepped into his office, he rushed over to his closet where he kept his suit. Too often he drove in from Pittsburgh and had to clean up and change before he met with clients. He tore off his T-shirt, and just as he picked up his white button down shirt, the door eased open—a door he must have failed to close completely. It was Emmaline. Now it was his turn to freeze.
    “Wade, you shouldn’t be in here,” she whispered. “And why are you half-naked?”
    He wanted to keep it light. “Are you worried about me?”
    When she charged up to him, he wanted to kiss her more than anything. He’d already discussed his attraction to Emmaline with his father, and how she had the scent of a bear. His dad’s first words were to ask if she were pregnant. Wade denied it at first, but now, more than ever, he could smell his own breed in her. As disappointed as he was that she hadn’t confided in him, she might not even know herself.
    “I am, but why are you here?” She plucked the clean shirt from his hand, set it on the desk, and handed him back his T-shirt.
    As much as he wanted to taste and ravish her again, he needed to come clean. With his T-shirt in hand, Wade sat on the edge of his desk. “We need to talk.”
    She looked behind her, probably to make sure the real boss wouldn’t walk in. “Not here, we can’t.”
    She looked so adorable being confused. “Yes, we can.”
    She stepped closer, yanked his arm, and tugged. “Come on. I’m supposed to have an interview as Mr. Emerson’s personal assistant, and I can’t afford to mess this up.”
    He smiled. “Don’t worry. You have the job.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “Yes, I do because I’m Mr. Emerson and I’m hiring you.”
    She stepped back, her mouth slightly parted. What he wouldn’t give to kiss her right now, but he wanted to see her reaction to the news first.
    “Did you just say you’re Mr. Emerson?”
    “Yes. My real name is Wade Emerson Black. Emerson was my mother’s maiden name. I chose that instead of Black Investments so that people wouldn’t confuse me with my father.”
    She retreated, but when her legs hit the chair, she dropped down, clearly in some kind of shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Because I wanted you to like me for who I was and not because I’m rich.” He always believed the women in Pittsburgh who chased him were mostly after his wealth.
    She glanced to the side. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
    That was a good one. “I’ll toss back the same question to you. Were you ever going to tell me you’re pregnant with my child?”
    Her mouth opened. “Burke told you?”
    “Burke knew?”
    Crap . “I confided in Tasha, and I figured she’d have told Burke. I was going to tell you when I saw you next.”
    “No one had to tell me. I’m a bear. I can smell and sense my kind inside you.”
    Her eyes darted around the room, panic written on her face. “How long have you known?” Her hand shot