Page 18 of His White Moonlight
“Sure.I can take notes.”
The meetings saved me from having to answer the question I’d been answering all morning, which was whether “Mr.Wulf” was in his office.I began to learn more about Wulf Enterprises and Bennett, too.
Wulf Enterprises was huge, and Bennett could be personable when he chose to be.He greeted men with a handshake and introduced me as “the most important person in his life,” his assistant, Wrenly.Everyone he met was super respectful of him, too.It was a little weird to see that side of Bennett instead of the serious, strict side I remembered.
I sat next to him and took the best notes I could, which I was sure weren't that great, considering how many times he watched me make them.
After the final meeting wrapped up and Bennett went to walk the guy out, I headed back to his office suite.
Andri was waiting by my desk.
“He’s not in,” I said before she could ask.
“I know.That’s why I’m waiting.”
He rounded the corner, and she was quick to latch onto his arm.
“I don’t have a ride to the reception tonight.Can I ride with you?”
He smoothly detangled himself from her, gave me a hard stare, and continued walking toward his office.
Andri took a step to follow him.
“Wait a second,” I said.
She paused to look at me.It was enough time for him to close his door.
“He’s in, but he doesn’t want to be disturbed," I said.
Her face flushed, and she turned around and walked away.
I waited until she cleared the outer door to knock and let myself into Bennett’s office.He was standing at his desk with his back to the door.
“What reception?”I asked.
He sighed and lifted the bag he was holding.The one with the clothes he bought this morning.
“The one we’re going to.Go change.”
He indicated the bathroom door.I snagged the bag on my way past him.
If staff are going, maybe it’s a paid reception, I silently told myself as I changed.
Although I’d selected the most modest option of the two the associate had given me, the skirt was more form-fitting than I would have liked and showed my underwear line.I could have ditched them, but I imagined the emotional and mental trauma I would have if Dad figured out I’d gone commando.It didn’t matter that shifters group-stripped for pack runs.Iwasn’t pack.So I ignored my underwear lines, grateful that at least the sandals were okay.
I stepped out of the bathroom and endured Bennett’s scrutinizing gaze with an unhappy frown.
“You don’t like it,” he said.
“No kidding.Please tell me I won't need to suffer in this for long.”
“You look pretty.”
“It’s tight, and it’s uncomfortable, but yippee for looking pretty.Why can’t we just go home and say we forgot?”
He sighed, and I caught a glimpse of his frustration.
“Ugh, fine.Is there any way we can skip out early?Can you pretend to have an appendicitis attack?Heart attack?A lazy eye?Anything?”
