Page 49 of Running with Direwolves
“I’m Seb by the way.”
“Seb?”
“Sebastian, but no one calls me that.”
“Nice to meet you, Seb. I’m Jenna.”
“And are you catching up with work or pleasure?” he asked, nodding at her laptop.
“Pleasure.”
He raised his eyebrows, just a fraction, as though the way she’d spoken the wordpleasurehad interested him.
“Friends, emails, making contact with my parents who have finally come into this century and check their inbox and not just their answering machine.” Whichwaspleasurable, but not as much fun as watching Seb’s mouth move as he spoke. His lips were sensual and appeared soft and smooth. The outer edges tilted up a little as though he smiled often.
“Ah, I get you.” He rubbed his hand over his stubble,creating a small grating sound. “Parents can be tricky creatures.”
“Do yours live around here?”
“No, they’re in Cambridge.”
“But you live here?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“With work”
He nodded and took another slug of his drink. There was a small popping sound as he pulled it away from his lips.
“What do you do, Seb?”
He hesitated, then, “People management, risk assessment, that’s sort of thing.”
“Human resources.”
“Kind of, yeah.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“It’s not really.” He drained his drink. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You from the local area?”
“No, I’m from Gloucester, my parents still live there.”
“Not too far.”
“No, not really.”
“So are you’re here with work?”
“Yes, I’m a nurse.”
He nodded. “Very commendable.”
“Very tiring and a lot of hard work.” She laughed and relaxed back, drink in hand. Seb was easy to talk to and certainly easy on the eye. He had a slightly disheveled look about him despite his well-rounded vowels and obvious intelligence, as though he wasn’t in the least bit interested in his looks. She doubted he had a vain bone in his seriously hot body which made him all the more alluring.
