Page 12 of His White Moonlight
Bennett walked around the car and opened the door for me.It felt weird, but only because courtesy wasn’t something I’d had much of over the last few years.
My phone buzzed as he shut the door.
Mom: Have a great first day, Wrenly.We’ll see you after work.
Instead of responding, I set my phone on my lap and stared out the window as Bennett drove out of the garage.I loved Mom and Dad, but they made it so damn hard to like them at times.How could they not see that they’d abandoned me?Again.
Bennett didn’t talk on the way into the city, which was fine since I was paying attention to the route until he reached a bustling area and turned into a parking garage.I didn’t question it and got out.
He gave me a strange look as he joined me.
“Next time, wait for me to open your door.”
I glanced around the parking garage.It was well-lit, clean, and in a business area.Did he think something would happen to me with him standing on the other side of the car?
“Wrenly.”
He said my name with enough irritation and warning that I knew not to start anything with him.
“Yeah, sure.Next time, I’ll wait.”
Like a bodyguard, he walked beside me out to the sidewalk.
The cool breeze swept my hair to the side.It felt nice.Actually, it felt nice just to walk around in public.I looked up at the tall buildings, trying to figure out which one was Wulf Enterprises.I didn’t know much about the family business, except that it and its subsidiaries employed thousands of people.That seemed pretty big to me.
Bennett walked so close to me that his hand brushed mine twice.Did he really think this area was dangerous, or did he think I was that clueless?When he caught my arm, I jumped and looked around, thinking there was something wrong, as he steered me toward a glass door.
Too late, I saw the mannequin in the window next to it.Resistance was futile against Bennett’s determination to guide me into the upscale boutique store.
“Good morning, Mr.Wulf,” a woman said.“We have a selection ready in the fitting room.”
“Thank you.”
My steps slowed as I navigated through the sparsely stocked store and around a wall that separated the storefront from the fitting rooms.Another woman waited for us there and indicated the rack of clothes outside an open door.
“The grey one first,” Bennett said, sitting on the sofa there.
The woman took the suit jacket and matching skirt off the rack, along with a pair of matching heels.
I stared at the heels.
“Wrenly?”Bennett said, his tone laced with impatience.
I struggled to suppress the anger simmering beneath the surface.
“No.”
“What?”
I met his gaze.“No, I’m not changing into that.”
“Put it in the changing room," he said without looking away from me.
The woman did and then quickly excused herself, leaving me alone with Bennett, which was just fine by me.
Locked in a silent battle of wills, neither of us looked away from the other.Then he slowly stood.His movement had an animalistic, barely restrained edge that set off all my warning bells…as I knew he intended.
He crowded into my space.
