Gifted

Chapter Seven - Sage

I arrived home just after four in the afternoon. Mr Stone, Hunter, had texted to say I could leave early and to remind me to be ready for seven.

What was it with this man, and his 'instructions?' And why was I letting him tell me what to bloody wear?

I knew why.  He intrigued me.

Add to the fact that I couldn't feel him or his emotions, which was too fair to say - kinda nice... and dare I think it, exciting!

It drained me, having to keep up my blockers to avoid the bombardment of people's feelings and their roller-coaster of emotions. It was genuinely a godsend being around someone who wasn't mentally exhausting.

Although I hadn't been around him for that long...yet. Hunter Stone was a busy man. So, I felt oddly relaxed. Well, apart from the numerous visits from his female groupies. That's what I liked to call them. Their perfectly made-up faces would be all smiles. Until I told them he was still out of the office and then their masks would slip and an all too familiar bitterness would seep across their pretty faces... the 'are you telling the truth' look.

I mean really, why would I lie?

Closing the front door, I saw Pearl lying on the sofa, no surprise there. "Relaxing, I see?" I popped my bag on the table and shook off my coat.

Pearl propped herself up on her elbows "Shit, is it that time already?" she asked whilst yawning.

What a busy life she led!

Pearl was a night owl. Although having a degree in economics and more brains than any of the deadbeats she dated. She was content with tending bar at a local nightclub and picking up losers. I secretly thought it had something to do with our grandfather. This was her way of rebelling and taking some control back.

"Nah, it's early. I have a 'thing' tonight, that I have to attend. So need to get ready."

She sat up fully and stretched out. "Make me a coffee Sage."

"You've been home all day, sleeping. And I've been working my little socks off! Don't you think you should get me a coffee?" I tutted, kicking off my shoes. But still made my way to the kitchen to get us both a drink before I threw myself in the shower and made myself beautiful.

Beautiful really? Who was I impressing? Oh yeah, him... let's stop fooling ourselves. You want to look nice for him.

I had to admit, when I had arrived this morning at work and found him waiting in his office, he had sent my temperature soaring and my thighs clenching. And my wolf, well she had never been more excited to see somebody...anybody!

And the way he looked at me. Phew...Holy Wolfsbane! Like he wanted to devour me whole. I felt naked just from his look alone.

Another tremor echoed over my entire body. I'd had too many unholy thoughts and when I saw his erection... again. Mon Dieu. I could feel the warmness pool in my underwear.

And when he had leant over me in my chair and his masculine smell had flooded my nose. My arousal increased tenfold. I wanted to pull his perfect full lips to mine, suck and bite them. To be honest, I craved to taste every inch of him.

Who the hell was I? Honestly, I didn't recognise myself. This had never happened to me before.

But then again. He probably did that to all women. Definitely, those who surrounded him, his army of groupies.

And I doubted I would be any different, Hell, what am I saying, it appeared I was no different. I would stake my life that a ninety-year-old woman would have felt some stirrings down below in his presence.