Page 11 of The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart

And yet...

I find myself willing to push the matter aside and play with the young lady who's seated next to me.

Fuck.

"To answer your previous question," I continue, forcing myself to get back on track before I entirely lose control over my inner beast. "I have no idea as to how to find the leak just yet. The only thing that occurs to me is that we monitor the access to the unorganized footage and see which videos were tapped into."

"Then we locate the people on the video and send your super-classified task force to get to them before the radicals do," Cassidy finishes, and damn, if it's not the hottest thing I've ever heard. "Got it."

Cassidy empties her glass and gives me a determined look.

Her expression turns even more serious. Now I really want to know what she's been doing behind that blank stare of hers. I find myself fascinated with Cassidy. But that's all it will ever be. A fascination.

Better safe than sorry, my wolf agrees.

"Before we start…" I say and lean closer. "Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?"

That's not playing it safe, my wolf says with a mental eye roll.

"I'm sure you already know all about me," I continue, referring to the magazines that the humans, wolves, and witches alike like to put me on the cover of. "But I don't know anything about you."

Cassidy raises her brow. "There's not much to tell," she says, sounding hesitant. "As soon as I graduated from MIT, I got a job here at Grey Tech, and I've been here ever since."

Not exactly the information I had in mind, but I force a smile and nod. Though I'm her boss, I'm in no position to ask her personal questions.

You'll do well to remember that, my wolf mutters. Keep the line. If you want to fuck, find someone in the royal court.

Yeah, yeah, the workplace is sacred, I repeat what he's been telling me ever since I started the company.

Cassidy is both smart and beautiful. She's a catch.

You don't know her, my wolf reminds me yet again. Stop fixating. We have work to do.

It's not my fault I have problems concentrating, I complain.

It served us well when we were jumping from an idea to an idea related to software creation, my wolf says. It's entirely useless when thinking about ten different ways to fuck a human without accidentally tearing her weak body apart.

I wince, but unfortunately, the reaction isn't only my inner thought. Cassidy noticed it too.

"I've skipped two grades back in middle school," she adds quickly, no doubt thinking that my wince has something to do with her education.

I force a smile. "How about we get to work, hmm?"

Before Cassidy has a chance to reply, I call Harper. I need another desk and a few computers to be brought up here so Cassidy and I can work together. It's funny how the team leader I've never met turns out to be a hottie with a lot of things going on behind those fierce green eyes.

She nods absently and then sets her glass down.

"We'll need more of that," I say with a nod at her empty glass. "I'll grab the bottle and have some food delivered. Do you like pizza or prefer something else?"

Cassidy's cheeks flush. If she'd been standing, I'm pretty sure her knees would've given out. Oh, little human is so cute.

My wolf reluctantly agrees.

"Use the moment to go to your office and grab your things," I tell her as I get up to get the bottle of scotch. "You've temporarily been upgraded to the top floor."

I'm the opposite of myself. By all accounts, I should've continued to keep Cassidy at arm's length. I shouldn't bring her to my office, even if it's only for practical reasons. I could've put her in the one next to mine, but I want her here.

I want to see her. To work with her.

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