Grace
The air in the pack house felt stifling as I sat at the desk in my room, my fingers tapping impatiently on the keyboard. No number of cold showers, good food, or time with Cecil or Richard was keeping my head off what it would feel like to just let Charles have me the way he so clearly wanted to. Each stolen glance, every accidental brush of our hands, ignited a fire within me that I struggled to contain. The chemistry between us was undeniable, a force that defied logic and reason.
Yet, I couldn’t let it happen.
I glared at my laptop screen and glanced across the paperwork on my desk. There were budgets to review, notes to look over, emails to write, and all the other nonsense that went into running Wolfe Medical and the pack, yet, I couldn’t focus on any of it.
I wanted him.
