Page 37 of Ice Wolf
Steroids. That had to be the answer.
Only he’d tested negative several times in the last few months alone. My father had been provided with the results before commanding me to work on the mission.
What the hell as I supposed to do with the results? I couldn’t share them. People would think he was… Fuck. A shifter.
Unless I lied, which I wasn’t prepared to do. Not even to please my father.
And on top of everything, my skin was hot to the touch, even itching. The only thing I was allergic to was chocolate.
As I scratched my neck, I was cognizant I’d already created long strings of red lines down my arm from digging my nails into my skin only moments before.
Maybe I’d already developed an allergy to the arrogant giant.
Stop scratching. Just stop.
Even as I pulled my fingers free, a dull throbbing remained in every muscle. Nerves. There was no other logical answer. I’d been prone to anxiety attacks, but years had passed since I’d felt anything close to the suffocating feeling in my throat.
I glanced at the book I’d purchased on the way home in hopes of securing answers to the age-old question of whether alternative beings did exist.Shifters and Their Origins.My God. Was I buying into the crap he wasn’t human? I had no idea what to think. Yes, he was in the best shape of his life or any other man I knew, but his scores were not normal.
As horrible as it sounded even to me, his scores weren’t the worst thing that had happened that morning. Not by a long shot.
His method of keeping me under control took front and center.
The moment I moved even a couple of inches, I was reminded again that he’d dared to spank me. Like some bad little girl. Like I’d been the one to drag him into a kiss for the third time. Okay, so I’d thought about how luscious his lips looked and how insanely handsome he was in his shorts and muscle shirt. But that was beside the point.
A fantasy was one thing. Acting out on insanity was another.
I’d been humiliated and enraged.
Sadly, I’d also been so aroused that I’d found it tough to put a single coherent sentence together to demand he stop.
Okay, maybe punching him in the jaw hadn’t been the professional response, but he made me crazy like that.
I took a deep breath and tried my best to shove aside the ridiculous thoughts. I had work to do, including figuring out how to fudge the results. Film him and use slow motion? Maybe. Or maybe I’d toss aside the idea altogether.
“Why do you put me on speakerphone if you’re not going to talk?” Vicky snarked at me.
“What about a physical exam?” I asked absently to myself. There had to be certain blood tests that would prove definitively he wasn’tCanis lupus. Right?
A cough startled me. Shit. I was still talking on the phone.
“What was that? Are you talking about that hunk of a man you’re spending all your time with?” Vicky was laughing at me.
Maybe because I was laughing at myself.
“Maybe.”
“I’ll give him a very thorough exam if you’d like. I might not have a license to practice medicine, but he doesn’t need to know that.”
“Ha. Ha. I need to make people understand he’s just a man.” Even if I was beginning to believe otherwise. How else could I explain what I’d seen today? There was something else too, something I’d yet to be able to explain.
There was more than an intense attraction. I just couldn’t put my finger on why I was hungering for the man like no other.
Vicky let out an exaggerated sigh as her contemplative answer.
“Sorry I’m a little off today, Vic. Just thinking about everything. Saint is a tough man to deal with. So arrogant and self-centered.” A little off? That was the understatement of the year.
“You mean that hot new boyfriend of yours.”
