In love with a Lycan ON HOLD FOR NOW

Chapter 12

KENNA

Letting out a sigh, I leaned back in the chair and glanced at the clock in the room—four p.m.

Fuck.

I rarely stayed this late at work, but with everything Maddox had left for me, it took longer than it should have, especially when the computer froze on me. That was when Catrina went, too. I was alone for a while.

Why is it that when you want to leave, every little thing happens, even the smaller and inconvenient things happen? Well, that's what happened all evening since Maddox left.

Catrina returned and even helped with some other jobs, which was great, but I still wasn't out of here quickly enough. I hate leaving jobs unfinished. There was no point, and with the storm about to come in, which made the sky look dark suddenly, I wanted to prove that I was capable.

Catrina took most of the work and went into Maddox's office to do it. She said everything she needed was there for some of the work, which made little sense to me as to why he would give me the jobs then.

Movement from the doorway brought me back from my thoughts, and I glanced over to see Catrina walking back in. She took a double take and frowned while staring at me.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, placing her hand on her hip. "Shouldn't you be home by now?"

I stared at her before I got up from my chair and sighed. "There is more work left than I thought," I muttered, glancing at my now empty desk. "I didn't want to leave anything left, not when the storm would hit."

Looking back at her while I grabbed my bag, Catrina's eyes softened. "Sorry," she murmured, heading over to her desk. "I didn't realize how much Maddox had left for you."

I gave her a small smile while she continued.

"It even took me longer to find everything, too," she grumbled.

A crack outside made us both look toward the window just as a rumble rippled through the crowds. The storm was nearly upon us, and I also had to go to the grocery store.

This was not my damn day.

"The storm is nearly here," she murmured. "You should head home."

I looked back at her, wondering whether to tell her where I needed to go, but I thought it was best not to. I didn't need someone to tell me off for needing supplies for my home.

All I wanted to do was return to the cottage and stay under my covers.

An image of Adrian popped into my head, which made my damn heart spike. I had been thinking about him all day for some strange reason. His words played what he said, and I even wondered if he meant every single word of them. He was doing my roof, which I hoped was now fixed since I wasn't looking forward to trying to catch any rainwater this evening. I would end up being flooded, leading to more work to be done to the place, which I couldn't afford.

"Kenna," Catrina called, making me look at her. She smiled before she turned to face the window and let out a sigh. "You should leave before you get caught in it."

I gave her a nod and gathered all my things. Placing my coat on, I grabbed my bag and placed it on my shoulder before I said goodbye to Catrina.

Leaving the office, I headed to the elevator and went down until the doors opened, and it stopped on the ground floor. I stepped off but stopped when I spotted an enormous figure leaning on the counter where the security guard was. I knew that figure; he was in my house this morning—Adrian.

The women from earlier were nowhere to be seen, which seemed off since they only left later than I did, which is what I believed.

My eyes skimmed over the enormous man and took in what I could, which didn't help that he was wearing torn jeans and a faded t-shirt. I let my eyes travel until someone cleared their throat and spoke. "Eyes up here, sweet cheeks," he murmured, which made my cheeks flame.

Oh god, he caught me checking him out.

My eyes locked on his, which didn't help matters; he wore that stupid smirk on his lips. Something irritating and sexy.

What is the logic in that? I didn't know what to think about him. He was charming and good-looking. Why would he want something to do with me?

Shaking my strange and damning thoughts away, I straightened up and walked over to him. I watched him move and stand tall, which made me look up more to keep my eyes locked on his. I didn't trust myself not to stare.

An image of the outline of his damn pants came to mine. Head went straight into the gutter.

"What are you doing here?" I mumbled, looking toward the security guard at the desk, who smiled at me.

I smiled back and looked back at Adrian, who was now grinning.

"Well, I told you I would get your roof down before the storm, and I did," he said, which made my eyes widen. He already did it. "So, I would like a meal made by you as payment."

Keeping my eyes on him, I arched my eyebrows at him. He wanted a meal tonight. I shook my head. "I can't," I said, looking toward the door to the office, which was now showing darker outside. It looked like the heavens were about to open. I looked back at him. "I need to get food," I mumbled. "I have nothing—"

"I picked up some things for you since I had to go myself," he said with his dashing smile. "So, there is no way you can get out of it now."

"What about the storm?" I muttered. "Don't you think you should be in your place? You don't want to be caught over mine when it starts."

Adrian looked at me for a moment before he spoke. "Already sorted," he murmured, leaning toward me till he was near my ear. "I may not want to leave you in this storm."

I felt my cheeks blush again. He wanted to stay with me. Why?

Adrian didn't move for a second and then came toward my face. "We need to get home now, sweetheart," he murmured, his eyes boring into mine. "We don't want you to get wet."

I was already, and that was how he looked at me.

Fuck.

"Well, I would love to get you wet," he murmured, causing my cheeks to flame more while I took a step back.

Now, his words were affecting me.

Well, tonight should be an interesting one. Feeding a man who probably has saved my little place from being flooded. Even though nothing will come of it, having Adrian in my home during the storm would be better than being alone. The wolves from last night, and now, there is a storm. This small town may not have been a good idea after all.