Page 35 of Wolf's Mark

“Am I calling too late?” he asked.

What man did that any longer? “Not at all.”

“Good. What are you doing tomorrow night?”

Locking myself in the house after being chased by werewolves.“I don’t have any plans.”

“I’m glad to hear it because I’m going to take you to dinner. A very special place in Chicago I think you’ll enjoy.”

First of all, he didn’t ask. He commanded. And Chicago? I was already fretting. What was I going to wear? Did he expect me to spend the night? Who was going to take care of my baby girl?

I had no intention of going through hoops again so soon with Emily. Nope. Not even for a hot man.

“So far?”

His laugh was right there again. Not chastising, just… pleasant, as if I was unexpected to him. “I’ll send a car.”

“You’ll send a car. What are you, some millionaire dude with dozens of servants hopping to your beck and call?”

“Yes, in the millionaire part plus a few bucks, but no on the servants. I can do things myself including repairing a toilet.”

“Well,” I told him in a cutesy little way. “I’ll know who to call for a plumber next time.”

“You do that. Happy to come over. I do have a driver so that would be no problem.”

“Afraid to be seen in a car with me?”

“I have a board meeting for Wolfen Industries tomorrow in Chicago. It could run late.”

“Ah. Don’t worry about it. I’ll drive.”

“That’s silly.”

“I’m a big girl. I think I can handle a forty-five-minute drive.”

His growl did what it was supposed to do: cause me to do a happy dance inside. “I’ll text you some details. Prepare to stay the night. I have a feeling our engaging conversations will run long.”

“Duly noted. I’m glad you called, even if what you did in obtaining my number was highly illegal.”

“I’ll do anything and everything to get what I want. I’d keep that in the back of your mind if I were you.”

“Thank you for the warning. Now, I should get to bed. I have a long day tomorrow.”

“A shame I can’t tuck you in.”

“Maybe next time.” It was good to finally have a conversation with a man where I felt wanted.

Even needed.

While I was under no illusion that what we were sharing meant anything more than a few dates and nights of delightful bliss,I was a pragmatist. I knew the score. I wasn’t the required bloodline for anything but wickedness between the sheets.

Not that I wanted anything to do with something serious.

Maybe ever again.

I held the phone against my chest for at least thirty seconds. A silly gesture, but it allowed me to continue wallowing in the desire he had a way of bringing to the surface.

At least I’d be smart and hire a babysitter. Ugh. Last minute. With a naughty smile on my face, I dialed Mattie’s number.

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