Page 13 of His Undercover Wolf

“Hey, Boss, on your way from the city?”

“I’m not your boss, as I keep telling you, and I have no fucking clue what I should do.”

“Uh oh, explain.” Zarina sounded curious.

“I met with Xavier and Cillian as you know and gained a lot of information they’d denied the previous team.”

“Not seeing a problem.”

“Those pictures I told you to take a look at this morning…”

Zarina had freakish instincts and could pick things that were out of place from the tiniest hint in an image.

“Still not seeing a problem. Xavier and his bestie are fucking hot, I’d lift my tail to either one of them. Hell, I’d lift it to them both at the same time. By the way, they’re not involved in the insider trading.”

“Zarina, focus!”

“Sorry…but I’m not seeing your problem.”

“Bennett is even hotter than his pictures and Cillian is not bad either. When Xavier and I shook hands, I was almost thrown off my feet by a powerful jolt that passed between us. He felt it too and gave me a strange look, and there was no doubt he was as confused as me.”

“Energy exchange, he’s your soul mate. So we’re back to me not seeing the problem…Lift your tail, rub all over him…Hell, jump his bones.”

“Zarina, he’s not my soulmate and get your mind out of the fucking gutter.”

“Yeah, yeah. Heard it before…Princess Prim doesn’t believe in soulmates and doesn’t fuck humans. What the hell do you want from me?”

I sighed, beginning to wonder why I’d called my best friend…My veryunstablebest friend who I loved like a sister regardless of her faults. God knew, I had plenty of my own.

“I’ll behave. Tell me what’s bothering you. You called me so you obviously think I can fix it for you.”

I indicated and guided the car down the off ramp leading into Casantra and followed Villax Road toward my home.

“Xavier asked me to dinner at Zorollos tonight.”

“No fuck? What did you say? Please tell me you said yes. How the fuck did he get a booking? I know from experience you can wait months to get a table there and then they’ll only consider your request if you’re from the right side of town.”

“Zarina, think about it…”

“Oh…”

“Exactly. When you’re a billionaire people fall all over themselves to have you in their establishment. He probably has a permanent reservation and table set aside for him.”

“True. So…Did you say yes?”

“I did and now I’m panicking. What the fuck am I going to wear to such a fancy place? I was hoping you could loan me something.”

“What about the red number I wore to that music awards ceremony?”

Zarina’s father was a wealthy politician, and as his only child, she benefited from the trappings of money. She only worked because she loved taking care of people.

“No! That dress left nothing to the imagination. I don’t know how you had the guts to wear it in public.”

Zarina laughed. “It did turn heads and I was handed a lot of cards with phone numbers throughout the night. How about the emerald?”

“Hmm, that or the royal blue covered in sequins.”

“That dress was a pain in the ass. I gave it to Goodwill after the sequins kept grabbing onto everything I walked near, including the mayor whose wife was not impressed.”

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