Page 46 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

I whirl around to face her, and she flinches. Groaning internally, I deliberately soften my stance before replying. "Who has called a meeting?"

"That’s all I know," Carla replies, then hurries back to her desk.

However much I want to ignore this development, I know that would be a mistake. Saffy can wait.

I turn and head toward the conference room, spotting Jonah waiting outside. He holds up his hands to placate me when he sees my mood. "You're going to want to see this," he says before I can speak.

Looking behind him, I'm surprised to see Tanya helping Charlotte, the other intern, run through some software. I step further into the room, and Saffy steps into view. She's wearing a simple pencil skirt and a teal blouse, and her hair is pulled back into a soft but professional updo, making her look every bit the professional. I'm not sure what I expected to see when I saw her today, but it wasn't this.

Her eyes widen slightly as I walk in. It's undeniable the way our bodies and wolves react to each other. Every time I'm near her, another layer of uncertainty melts away.

I'm pulled toward her like a magnet, ignoring everyone else in the room. "We need to talk. Now," I say, turning to leave.

"After. We can talk after," she replies.

I look back and see the resolve in her eyes, standing firm. I look to the others, the room silent. "Very well," I say. "You have five minutes for whateverthisis."

She stares at me for a moment as if searching my eyes for something. All she'll see is frustration. I don't have time for this today. I want to talk to Saffy, but not with all these people here, and not about that damn college project or her issues with Carmela.

I wordlessly take my seat at the head of the long conference table and raise my brow at Saffy, indicating she has the floor. I watch as she walks to the front while the others take their seats. She's the very picture of composure; however, thegrowing bond between us means I can feel her nerves, her racing heart, and even the echo of her wolf pacing within her, searching for mine.

"Thank you all for coming," she begins, her voice sure and steady despite her tumultuous emotions. "I wanted to present to Brite Corp before going public. I won't be silenced. Carmela's so-called program is mine. It was stolen from me last week, and here is the evidence."

As soon as she begins laying out her case, I know it's true. I didn't even need to see the evidence—her voice rang with the complete truth. She's got all the evidence, though, thanks to Tanya's FBI connections and hacking abilities, no doubt. Carmela’s bank transfers to Terrance, an ironclad NDA blown open, video footage of Terrance entering Carmela's penthouse—literally carrying Saffy's laptop bag—and encrypted emails to her Singapore office detailing how the program's signature needed to be altered. The entire trail.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Jonah mutters from by the door when her presentation is complete.

I raise my hand to quiet him, taking a couple of deep breaths.Fucking Carmela.

Technology gets stolen all the time. Individuals do it, corporations do it, and even governments do it. But one thing is for sure: you don't get caught. Carmela obviously didn't count on Saffy being as brilliant as she is. Or having Tanya—and the whole damn FBI—in her corner.

Perhaps I was too quick to give Carmela her quick win, blinded as I was by the new tech and the thought of sending Carmela back to Singapore, away from Annie.

I look at Saffy, and for the first time since I walked in here, I notice the dark circles barely concealed by her light makeup. She's obviously been up all night working on this, battling to be seen and heard.

She knows I didn't think she was capable of this. I didn't listen to her and openly sided with my witch of an ex.

Jonah gives a low whistle. ”The press is going to love thi—"

I stand abruptly, cutting him off. "Everyone out. Except Saffy."

Charlotte shoots by me in a blur, probably just relieved to get out of the room. The tension is thick as I turn to Jonah. "Go after her. Make sure she knows that not a word of this is to be mentioned. Not until I'm ready."

Jonah nods, leaving, but Tanya remains. "I'll stay,” she says determinedly. “Saffy needs someone in her corner."

I fix my gaze on her, keeping my voice neutral. "Whatever I say to Saffy in this room will not change the facts. And I do not dispute them." I sigh. "This is more than business. You know that. I need the room."

"It's okay, I've got this," Saffy tells Tanya, her voice still as resolute as when she began her presentation.

Once the door closes behind Tanya, I press a button on the desk. The clear glass door goes opaque, and the door locks. Saffy’s eyes widen slightly as I stalk toward her. She instinctively backs up until she's flush against the wall. I cage her, my hand resting on the wall beside her face. She's so close that I can feel her heart racing in her chest.

"Cole, I—" she stammers, but I cut her off, my lips crashing down on hers. Her body instantly yields to mine, sending a rush of satisfaction coursing through me. My tongue dances with hers, taking what I need. I need to know she's still mine. That I still have her.

She brings her hands to my shoulders, gripping me tightly as I pull her against my hard body. Her breasts push against my chest, and I can smell the scent of adrenaline and fear. My hands travel down her back, lacing together with hersand holding them above her head against the wall above her head.

We groan into each other's mouths. This is what we both need—this connection that surpasses words or explanations. This raw passion that speaks louder than anything else ever could. I need to know it's still there before we speak. I need to know it's still there before I find out if she's going to blow this thing up.

Breaking apart, I rest my forehead against hers. Her hands that had been gripping my shirt push me back gently, but I don't move. "Saffy, I'm sorry. I apologize," I begin, gritting the words out because I can't remember the last time I apologized to anyone. "I had no reason not to trust Carmela. We may not see eye to eye personally, but she's exceptional in business. I'm actually still trying to get my head around it—"

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