Free Noble Wolf (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) by Terra Wolf, Amelia Jade Page A

boss prompted.
    "What?"
    "Was it good? Is he nice and gentle but with that little bit of urgency and demand that just makes you want to melt into his big, strong hands? I remember the first time Ethan kissed me," Joanna recalled, her eyes far away at that moment. "It was wonderful, and I forgot for a moment the entire world existed as he blew my mind, turning me into a pile of skin and bones who could barely stand up."
    Her boss's eyes flicked down to abruptly focus on her, skewering her with a knowing gaze. "Kind of like the way you look right now," she said with a vicious smile.
    Natasha was confused. This wasn't how her boss was supposed to react. She was supposed to yell and scream, and be upset that she was making out with the hired help.
    "Why aren't you mad?" she asked, still trying to gain control of her voice and body.
    "Mad? Why the hell would I be mad?" It was Joanna's turn to look confused.
    "I just made out with one of the staff. Someone I'm normally in charge of and responsible for. That's a horrific breach of professional standards and ethics..." Natasha wasn't really sure what else to say at that point. She was going to lose her job. That much was clear. Even if Joanna didn't care, when she told Thomas—which she had to—he would fire her before she could say another word.
    Then it would be the long, lonely trudge back to Seattle to admit defeat. Maybe, she mused, if I beg and plead enough, I can get my old job back. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she pictured the groveling that would be necessary for Dennis, her old boss, to hire her back on. It was not going to be pretty.
    Breaking the news to her parents, who had not been in favor of this move in the first place, might be the worst part of it all. They had advised her "not to take the strange man's candy" as they had referred to the generous offer that Thomas had made her. So to go crawling back would be a desperate move on her part.
    "Oh, Natasha dear. Nobody is going to fire you for making out with Bryce. Least of all me! I'm married to one of those security dorks," she said with a chuckle, waving her hand as if that made it all fine.
    "But when Thomas finds out he'll get rid of me for sure," she protested, unsure of why Joanna was so unconcerned.
    "Trust me, he won't care at all as long as everything runs smoothly. He has," Joanna hesitated, "bigger things on his plate than two of his employees falling for each other."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Surer than sure can be!"
    "Okay, but please don't tell anyone. Just because you understand doesn't mean that the rest of the staff will. I haven't been here long enough. I don't want my professionalism and leadership to be undermined already."
    "Well, I won't tell anyone, but word seems to get around this place pretty quickly, so I would expect people to know fairly fast," Joanna said, sinking back into her own chair.
    "Okay, well still, thanks for not going around telling folks."
    "No problem. You'll have enough to deal with now that you don't need to worry about that."
    "What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously, not liking the smirking tone from her boss.
    "I remember the first time Ethan kissed me. I could barley control myself after, I was a raving lunatic for sex. My entire body—"
    "Feels like it's on fire and needs his touch everywhere?" Natasha finished for her.
    "Ah-hah!" her boss exclaimed. "You, my dear, should go find him."
    "I should?"
    "Yes, go find him. And leave here."
    "I can't do that," she protested, surprised at the openness of the conversation they were having. Her boss was effectively telling her to go get laid. Which sounded like a great idea, but she didn't want to fuel the rumor mill more than she already had.
    "Well you can't stay here, so go on, get out. Go home by yourself if you insist, but whatever you're going to do, it won't be here. So go on, shoo!" Joanna said with a laugh, all but pushing Natasha out of her office.
    "Okay okay! I'm going," she giggled, heading for the