Page 7 of Saving Penny
The elevator opened and he stalked through the doors, making his way toward the lobby. He nodded to people in the halls as he finally arrived at the main lobby. The air escaped his lungs as he stopped and took her in. She had yet to see him, and was tapping her fingers on the countertop.
“Ma’am, again, I just need to know where you got this card from. You can’t just barge in and demand to be seen,” Spencer announced.
“But I was told that if I showed this card, you people would help me,” she said. Her hand reached up and tucked her thick hair behind her ear, and Drake took an unconscious step toward her.
His wolf slammed against his chest.
It was the woman from his dream. He would recognize her silhouette anywhere.
He cleared his throat and walked toward them, ignoring the gasps of shock and surprise. It was rare that he made an appearance in the lobby.
“I’ll take it from here, Spencer,” he announced, nodding to the receptionist.
The woman turned to him, and he became captivated by her eyes.
It was his dream woman.
Here in the fucking flesh.
“Yes, Mr. Ransly,” Spencer said, relief flashing in his eyes as he sat back in his chair.
“Hello, I’m Drake Ransly,” he greeted her with his outstretched hand.
“Penny. Penny Berkey,” she announced, her smaller hand taking his in a firm shake. Her lips curled into a familiar smile, and her eyes held a brief hint of hope in them as she studied him.
After all these years, he had finally found his penny.
Chapter 4
He hadto fight to keep his incisors from descending. The smell of his Penny called to him. His wolf fought to come forward, but Drake had to push him back down. It was a battle of wills, but Drake was able to overcome his wolf.
They stood in a comfortable silence as they waited for the elevator to make its way to the top floor that housed his office. Curiosity filled him as he tried not to stare at her. Now that he was able to see her whole instead of in bits and pieces from his dreams, he could see she was a true beauty. She wore a simple summer dress that brushed her knees, displaying her perfect calf muscles that were on display by the high heels she wore.
He didn’t know what this meant, but he was curious on who gave her his card and what type of trouble she was in. He didn’t like the fact that she was in trouble. The elevator doors opened, letting them out into his private hall. He waved his hand, allowing her to exit first.
“Thank you,” she murmured as she brushed past him. He held back a groan as he breathed in her scent. He couldn’t understand why his senses were in overload near her. It wasn’t like he had never been around a human female. He usually preferred shifter females for the simple fact that they were more durable than their human counterparts. He never had to have the fear that his sexual appetite was too much for a female wolf. Any bruises would be healed by morning if they got a little rough.
He cleared his throat as he felt his pants grow snug when his eyes dropped to her ass. He quickly brought his eyes up and followed her out of the elevator, brushing past her to lead the way.
“This way to my office.”
“This building is amazing,” she murmured as she trailed behind him, admiring the paintings on the wall. He turned and watched as she paused in front of a painting of him two centuries ago. “He looks just like you.” Her curious eyes turned to him.
He moved to stand next to her, looking at the painting, trying to see it through her eyes. He could remember the day that the artist asked if he could capture him on canvas. He wasn’t a vain man, and figured he should have at least one painting of himself in his house. Over the years, he’d moved the painting from his home and put it in his private hallway.
“Thank you,” he answered, turning to her.
“Who is that?” Her curious eyes turned back to the painting.
It’s me, he wanted to say, but held back. He would not be able to tell this human that he was alive that long ago. She would surely not believe him, think he was crazy, and run for the hills. Curiosity was getting the best of him, and he needed to know who she was.
“One of my great relatives. I forgot how many times removed. He was one of my grandfathers.” He gave the normal answer when someone inquired about the painting.
“It’s amazing that you can trace your family back that far,” she exclaimed, turning to him. “The resemblance is quite striking. If I didn’t know any better, I would say it was you playing dress up.”
“Come.” He motioned her toward the door that led to his office, needing to get her away from the painting before she became suspicious. He used the security pad to enter the office and pushed the door open for her. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”
She walked past him, her eyes taking in the massive sized office. It was masculine in decor and housed all of his prized trinkets and treasures he had collected over the years. She took a seat in the chair opposite of his desk.
