Page 16 of Feral Attraction
Con rode the elevator to her place.He scratched at her door.When it opened onto a dark entryway, he followed a silent Rey to the kitchen, where she pulled a container out of the freezer.“Can you understand me like that?”
His snout bobbed.
“Microwave for five minutes.”She slammed it on the counter, turning on a heel and never looking into his wolf’s eyes.Over her shoulder, she said, “Take a left in the hall.Second door.Your backpack’s on the bed.After you eat and dress, we can talk.”
The pheromones from Blood Sport had worn off, and he was hungry.He shifted to two legs and prepped his dinner.
She was pissed.Embarrassed?Maybe.Wasn’t his fault.He’d been as affected as she was.One day with his human partner, and he wanted to get her naked and in bed.Though the bed was optional.
Her fault.She’d started it.
Con ate, his bare ass leaning against the counter, one ankle cocked over the other, fork in hand.Yep.She started it.
Thetalkconsisted of Rey reading off her notes that summarized the day’s findings, which were slim to nil, and reiterating what they’d be doing the next day.Con got to sink back into the couch and listen.He figured she blamed him for their lapse of control.
Chapter Seven
WhenRey walked into the kitchen the next afternoon, Con was already dressed, coffee was brewing, and food was cooking.She glanced at her watch while maintaining a professional distance.
Yay her!
Given her late hours at work, she usually started midday with just toast and a cup of dark roast.His back was to her, a skillet on the stove while he stirred something.He added its contents to the eggs already on the plates.Fried potatoes.Whoa.She could get used to this.“You were waiting for me?”
“Heard you moving around.”
“Sorry.I tried to be quiet.”
He tapped an ear.
“Right.Wolf.”
Their lunch or late brunch passed in uncomfortable conversation.Rey did most of the talking, babbling again about the day ahead, warning about how Con should behave, which he responded to with a grin.
Rey’d had a talk with herself when she woke.She refused to be embarrassed about the incident in the club.Con had explained about the pheromones.Wasn’t her fault.Wasn’t his.They just needed to work together.Screwing her partner, even a temporary one, wasn’t the best approach for a good working relationship.
But reality was different from self-talk.She was pheromone-free now, and Con was still a powerful magnet.
