Page 7 of The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart

Employees mostly don't even have office doors or separate cubicles, but because my security clearance gives me access to the full floor, I have an office that overlooks it. It's more for symbolic reasons than anything else. I spend most of the time on the floor with my programmers, running their day-to-day tasks.

Even though I'm taking the elevator from the thirty-seventh floor, the ride up still takes what feels like an eternity.

When the doors finally open, it's not Harper who greets me, but a black-haired, dark-eyed man. Of course, I recognize him immediately, but not because I've seen him in person before.

Graham Grey is something of a celebrity. He’s a god to everyone in the tech world, and the most desired bachelor for the rest of the world. He's nothing short of a genius.

My eyes widen when he takes a step toward me and offers me his hand. "Miss Strayed?"

His towering height forces me to look up, and when I shake his hand, my much smaller one completely disappears inside his giant fist.

I gulp. I'm not used to physical contact with a stranger or people in general, but being overly exposed to his charms sends shockwaves through my body. So, this is what normal girls go crazy for. Graham Grey might finally make me understand why some people prefer real life over a virtual one.

Damn, I'm so fucked.

Forcing my uneasiness down, I give him a strong handshake and look him straight in the eye. "I'm so glad I caught you before you left, Mr. Grey."

"I've been told you have an important piece of information to share. Something that can’t wait," he replies, keeping my hand imprisoned inside his grip.

His touch is too hot and makes me sweat, and not in the sexy times kind of way. My mouth goes dry, and my free arm starts to tremble. Why? What is he doing to me?

"The F-Rec's live footage—"

In an instant, he gets his point across.

His gaze turns stormy, his eyes darkening.

His fingers curl tighter around my palm until I'm afraid he might crush it.

"Come into my office," he says and leads me by my hand to the left.

He’s dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, paired with a matching tie and crisp white shirt. The muscles beneath his clothes ripple with power, leaving me no choice but to trail after him like a lost little girl.

No, not like a little girl, I correct myself. I'm a full-grown woman, and I know how to stand up for myself.

Mr. Grey, on the other hand, isn't about to give me a chance to act on my sudden resolve. He is so focused on leading me to his office that his whole posture has changed. He is no longer my boss, a successful businessman, a tech genius, or the most eligible bachelor. He has shifted into a military-like stance with the alertness of a predator with every bit of energy inside his bones.

Maybe I should be scared.

It takes me a while to register Harper as we pass her desk. I cast her a helpless glance, trying to free myself from Mr. Grey's hold, but it only make my fingers hurt even more. It's like trying to uncurl a fist from a cast.

It is no wonder so many women are willing to have his baby. Not that I've considered it.

Focus, Cassie.

Right. I'm not here to bang Mr. Grey, even if my lady parts were recently awakened.

"After you, Miss Strayed," Mr. Grey finally says as he releases my hand.

My heart is drumming loudly as I get inside. He shows me to a chair.

He still moves like a force of nature as he approaches the leather seat behind his obsidian desk. Once he passes the line of monitors on the left and the wall of windows on the right side of his office, his face goes deadly pale.

He spins his chair around to peer over his broad shoulder. But if he hopes to watch my reaction, he's dead wrong.

The giant screen on the wall in front of me displays the footage of a single home surrounded by mountainous wilderness. In the middle of the clearing, a group of masked men holds a group of innocent people hostage.

Six men surround the family of five. By the looks of them, there are three kids along with their parents. Their clothes make it clear that they come from a good family.

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