Page 6 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

"I don't need entertaining," I snap.

Jonah holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Cole, it's admirable you're here doing the right thing by Annie. You know I love that kid. But we both know that certain itches need scratching. So I have to say, as fun as corrupting that sweet little intern will be, it will cause more of a stink than me fucking your receptionist."

I roll my eyes at Jonah's comment. He really has no idea what he's talking about. Saffy isn't just some random girl I'm trying to corrupt for the hell of it. She's different. Special. And I don't want to just scratch an itch with her. I want something more. Something real.

But Jonah doesn't need to know that. He wouldn't understand, anyway.

I turn to him and give him a half-smile. "You're not fucking my receptionist, Jonah. Carla is off-limits. Understood?"

He grins at me, clearly amused. "I know, I know. I was just making a point. But seriously, Cole, you need to relax a little. Let loose. Have some fun. It's been too long."

"I am having fun," I say, glancing back toward Saffy. She's still talking to Carla, her expression earnest and focused. "In my own way."

Jonah shakes his head, but I can tell he's not going to push the issue. "Fine, whatever. But if you get bored of whatever this is," he says, waving his hand in the intern's direction, "you did promise a trip back to the coast. You know there are plenty of women who share our tastes there. Not little college girls who will probably run screaming. Just say the word." He winks at me.

I chuckle. "I'll keep that in mind."

Just then, Saffy turns and catches my eye. I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through me, and I can't help but smile at her. She smiles back, and I swear I can literally feel my heart racing.

I want nothing more than to go straight down and speak to her, but listening to Jonah, although it’s harmless teasing, makes me appreciate how unusual it would look for me to involve myself with the interns.

So, instead of going downstairs as planned, I send Jonah away with a slap on the back and return to my office. I think he's going to say more, but then he thinks better of it and walks away, chuckling to himself.

Once I'm back in my office, I bring up the security feed on my tablet. This will have to do for now. I watch as Saffy and the other interns are shown around by Carla and one of the women from HR.

I zoom in on her face, removing the distraction of the others, and can't help but remember that morning. Unable to sleep because I'd been obsessively anticipating today, I'd taken an early shower and had imagined her kneeling before me, her eyes bright with excitement as she awaited my next command. Submitting to me completely. I could almost feel those soft lips as they wrapped around my hard cock. Her dainty hands cupped my balls as she moaned for more, struggling to take me as deep as possible. My desire felt as alive as my wolf, and I reveled in the feeling of power this sense of possession had over me.

I shake my head to try to clear the thoughts, feeling heat rise in my chest. I know I want her, but if I'm going to have her, it needs to be on my terms, with my rules. Unless I’m serious about her, no one needs to know I’m interested.

Chapter 4 - Saffy

"I'm really not sure about this," I groan, tugging my pencil skirt down again as we walk up the steps to the glass and steel reception doors.

"The skirt, or the entire intern thing?" Charlotte asks from behind me, slapping my hand away. "Stop fussing with it."

"I know, I know," I say, giving it one final yank. "I just feel so out of place already."

Charlotte pauses on the top step, reaching for my arm. "Hey, I know what you mean. But honestly, you look gorgeous as always. And besides, we're here as interns, not to CEO."

I look into my friend's intelligent brown eyes and nod. I know she's nervous, too, but she's just less bothered about what other people think and more interested in advancing her career. I only wish I could be so focused and less nervous.

Before I can reply, I hear someone shout our names from the parking lot. I turn and see Terrance, our friend from class and the third intern, sprinting over to meet us. "Wait for me!"

I can feel Charlotte rolling her eyes beside me. "Do we really have to wait for him?" She sighs.

I laugh. "Yes, don't be mean."

"He's such a douchebag," she groans. She's not entirely wrong; Terrance can be a handful, and he's probably Charlotte's polar opposite. Where she’s studious and known for being very quiet and academic, Terrance is the life and soul of college, a party-loving extrovert on every team. He's also incredibly smart, so they have that in common, at least.

"Be nice,” I say. “It’s his first day, too. Maybe he’s nervous.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth and we watch him bound up the steps, I know he's not nervous at all. His face is flushed from running, but his eyes are shining with excitementrather than nerves. Terrance is a good-looking guy, popular with all the girls, but to me, he's just a loveable comedian. He always makes me laugh. Unfortunately, he and Charlotte seem to rub each other the wrong way, so it might not be much fun being stuck in the middle of them while we're here.

Charlotte gives me a quick eye-roll but doesn't say anything as Terrance stops in front of us.

"I can't believe you were going to go in without me. We're a team." He pouts, throwing his arms around us.

Charlotte immediately shrugs his arm off. "We need to be professional, Terrance. This is a huge opportunity."

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