Page 12 of His Undercover Wolf

“I’d like to put one of our trusted contacts into the position.”

I glanced at Cillian who shrugged. “It would save me the trouble of interviewing candidates tomorrow and Betty could start training her in company systems immediately.”

“Tell us a little about her,” Cillian requested.

“Her name is Aurora Ulrich. She’s in her late thirties, married, and is a beat cop over in Rotoma. She works assignments undercover when needed.”

“She’s taken other assignments similar to this one?” I asked.

“Several times but not for my team. She has also worked several stints with the drug squad. She’s an excellent analytical cop who the drug squad and crime divisions would love to have permanently but she prefers the beat. It’s been signed off by my superiors so only needs you and Cillian to approve.”

“I have no issue with her being here…Cillian?”

“All good with me. She’ll be your personal assistant and I just want this to end.”

“I’ll bring her over tomorrow…11 am?”

“Perfect. I’ll let Betty know she’s finally going to be free.”

“You cannot tell anyone that Aurora is temporary, or her cover will be blown. You need everyone to believe that she has taken Betty’s position permanently.”

Cillian and I agreed to Otsana’s request before we all stood and started toward the door. I took Otsana by the arm, holding her back as Cillian opened the door and left.

“Are you free tonight?”

Otsana’s eyes searched mine before she nodded.

“Will you have dinner with me at Zorollos?”

She nodded again. “7 pm? I’ll meet you there.”

“Perfect.” I smiled and escorted Otsana to the elevator, waiting until she was ensconced inside and heading toward the ground floor, before starting back to Betty’s desk to give her the news that she’d be heading for Florida before long. I’d also ask her to call the restaurant to advise them I would be dining there in a couple of hours.

Chapter Five

Otsana

I muttered beneath mybreath the entire walk back to my car which was parked two blocks away. Who in their right mind had their office in the middle of the city? It seemed to me that Xavier’s office could have been anywhere. Parking was a fucking nightmare, and God forbid you wanted a coffee or something to eat. Apart from the crush of people on the sidewalk, all single-mindedly heading to where they needed to be with no regard for others, once you managed to reach the café, it required you joining the queue that extended through the door and along the already crowded sidewalk. If you’re lucky, you reach the counter and place the order in time to rush back to the office and devour the fare at your desk so fast that indigestion is a given.

Every time I came into the city, usually a summons to headquarters that I couldn’t avoid, I was reminded of how fortunate I was to work in an obscure building out in the suburbs a mere ten minutes’ drive from my home.

Back to the other reason for my muttering…Why the fuck had I accepted Xavier’s invitation to dinner? Clearly my brain had vacated the building otherwise known as my head for a few seconds.

From the moment I laid eyes on the man wearing a pale gray suit that hugged his body like a glove, it was all I could do not to drool. Xavier was a walking poster for fitness companies. Thick thighs were hugged by his pants, and with his suit jacket left open, the white shirt did nothing to hide the muscles of his wide chest. He was a good six inches taller than me, and his immaculately groomed black hair showed threads of gray at his temples confirming the fact he was fast approaching forty years of age. Yes, it…No, it wasn’t in the file. I was interested and googled his background…So sue me for being curious.

The images online did not do him justice, and certainly didn’t prepare me for the effect of his electric blue eyes focusing on mine. His skin had a healthy, golden glow which had me suspecting the majority of his athletic build was accomplished through running outdoors. Apart from a few shallow frown lines across his forehead and spreading from the corners of his eyes, his skin was clear and unblemished. Being honest, the man was by far the most handsome I’d ever encountered and deserved to be on the cover of a fashion magazine.

The jolt of…whatever it was when we shook hands almost knocked me off my feet and I swear to fuck I almost experienced an orgasm on the spot.

I climbed behind the wheel of my car, pulled the seatbelt around me and clipped it into place, turned the key and started the motor.

Attempting to exit the parking lot, I waited for half the vehicles in Langer Falls, or so it seemed, to pass, before finally being able to ease onto the road. It was almost 5 pm and I was smack bang in the middle of peak hour traffic. Although in fairness, peak hour lasted pretty much from sunrise to sundown. The traffic moved slow enough for even a snail to slide past.

My thoughts ricocheted back and forth, before zeroing back in on dinner. Zorollos was about a five-minute drive from where I lived in Casantra, and I wondered if Xavier lived in one of the stately mansions high on the hill that had views over the state park where the pack and I often played. The homes were huge, and my small period home would have probably fitted into the living room of one. Most were painted white and perched on the hilltop, they seemed to lord it over us mere peasants below. If it was where Xavier called home, why did he want to slum it by having dinner with me? He would be well aware that my lowly annual police salary was only as much as his company earned every hour of every day. Maybe he had some strange fetish and mixed with us commoners to remind himself how much more successful he was, although I didn’t think he was that kind of man.

I indicated and turned onto the highway leading out of the city toward home and settled into the heavy, but steady moving traffic.

“Dial Zarina,” I commanded my voice activated phone.

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