“From your demeanor, I don’t have to ask if that’s Nyah,” Father says. “Let me go meet my future daughter-in-law.” He steps out of the elevator with James and his men behind him.
Levi nudges my arm. “This should be interesting.”
I elbow him in the side. “Shut up,” I mumble, leaving the elevator and catching up with my father.
Chapter 10
Nyah
As I’m talking with Lionel Shepard, the owner of a prestigious law firm here in Tulsa who has had their annual banquet held here at the hotel, my senses hit me like a ton of bricks. Braxton Hillard is close, and I know if he’s seen me talking with Lionel, he and his wolf will attack first, then ask questions later... maybe.
After looking towards the elevator and seeing Mr. Hillard and his Beta standing there, I’m surprised to see an older version of Braxton stepping out before him. I continue my conversation with Lionel before assuring him the banquet hall will be available on the date he wants to reserve it.
I shook Lionel’s hand before he left the hotel, just as Mr. Hillard and his entourage walked over. I sat my tablet on the counter, trying to pretend not to see Mr. Hillard as I blocked off the date for the banquet.
Once I’m finished, I turn to Mr. Hillard.
“Good morning, Mr. Hillard. I hope your night here at Hillard Hotel was accommodating.”
Mr. Hillard smirks. Why does that simple gesture have my wolf and I ready to jump his fine ass?
“Everything was fine. I only hope that the kitchen will give our guests the same hospitality they did for us in the penthouse this morning,” Mr. Hillard replies.
I open my mouth to respond but the older looking Braxton moves forward and extends his hand.
“Good morning, young lady. I’m Bryant Hillard, Braxton’s father.”
I glanced at his hand, really not wanting to shake it but daddy taught me better.
Taking his hand in mine, I respond, “It’s nice to meet you. Mr. Hillard.”
He chuckles, patting my hand. “Please call me Bryant.”
“I have no problem with that, Bryant,” I returned, not knowing where this was going.
That must have hit a nerve with Braxton because he sneers, “So, you can call my father by his first name but not me?”
Far from being intimidated by his gruff voice or expression of being displeased, I reply, “Bryant is a guest here at Hillard Hotels. You, on the other hand, are my boss, so I will address you as such.” Ignoring the scowl on Braxton’s face, I resumed conversing with his father. “Bryant, if you’d like, I can give you a tour of the entire hotel. Granted some departments will start overhauling today and over the next few days.”
A look of rage washes over Braxton. As quickly as it came, it disappeared as Braxton said he would join us. I don’t know why he wished to join us since he and his Beta did their stake out on the hotel over the weekend, but I wasn’t going to argue.
Bryant caught his son’s expression, then said, “Ignore my son.” He links his arm with mine. “Please, lead the way.”
Mr. Hillard, probably seeing the trepidation in my eyes, encourages, “Yes Nyah, lead the way.”
With a half smile and a slight bow of my head, I started walking towards the banquet hall.
Bryant held onto my every word as I took them from one department to the other. I was happy to answer any questions he presented, unlike his son who stood behind us like a brooding neanderthal. I was actually getting a kick out of it. Mister big bad Alpha Braxton was having a jealous fit as I paid more attention to his daddy than him.
Our last stop was in the kitchen. The staff was hustling around to get room service orders out. Bryant and his Beta, James chose to have a look around. Leaving me in the presenceof Braxton. He takes hold of my elbow and pulls me to the side. I snatch out of his grip.
“Before I hunt down that motherfucker you were talking too, I suggest you tell me who the Hell he was. I saw the way he was looking at you. Who was he?” Braxton demands.
I have to take a couple of seconds to keep myself from clawing his eyes out. How dare he come at me in such a way. Taking a deep breath, then exhaling. I replied, “If you had asked before the tour, I would have told you that it was Mr. Shepard. He books our banquet hall for his law firm’s gala every year.”
Braxton stands there looking stupid, but he tries to play it off. “That still doesn't explain the way he was fucking you with his eyes.”
I snicker. “If you knew our clients like I do, then you would know Lionel Shepard wants no parts of me like that.”