Doing Business
After all the drama, it's time for business.
I need to remind Ivor what our mission here actually is. Being angry about his unhappy mating is his personal business; work should not suffer because of that. And now, with the King-Mother's breath on my neck, I have no desire to hang around the women.
The rest of the meal proceeds in silence, everyone processing the events of the last hour in private.
I sigh deeply; Ralph will not take this well. He urged me to keep the atmosphere stress-free, to protect his pregnant mate from all things upsetting her. I have to do everything I can to correct the conditions here. Maybe when the women return from their shopping spree, they will be back in the good mood that prevailed before. When I finish eating, I apologize for having to get to work. I walk to Ivor's bedroom to get the man so we can leave for Conselho Construction to take care of business. When I try to knock on his bedroom door, my hand halts halfway up in the air. What I hear exceeds my wildest imagination. I hear Rasputina giggling while Ivor laughs heartily.
Of all your life!
Ivor, the same Chief Warrior of the Palace who usually hardly shows any emotion, seems to have fallen under the charm of the little brat. I can't believe my ears. I stand listening for a few seconds before turning away and entering my own bedroom. The Chief Warrior may be a better company later in the enterprise when he has spent some time with his mate. I take the envelope I brought from the Palace and review the papers again. Half an hour later, I get up and stroll to Ivor's room. After a brief knock on the door, I walk in. He is alone, standing by the window, staring at the forest outside.
"We have to leave, Ivor. Get the car ready," I let him know.
He remains still, motionless, staring out the window. "She's so sweet. She told me all about herself, what she's doing at school, about her friends. I think she's feeling the mate bond, just doesn't know what she is dealing with yet," he says softly, as if to himself. I chuckle and stick my hands in my pockets. "What were you thinking? Enjoy her youthful innocence while you can. She sees you as her best friend with whom she can share anything," I respond. "Once Alpha Esis has informed his mate and in-laws about our species, you can explain everything to her and make future arrangements with her."
He nods slowly. "Yes, she has my phone number and promises to send me messages all the time. It will be more comfortable this way. I admit I was pretty distressed with the situation, but she made everything so easy to accept this," he says in a low voice. "She told me about two boys at school constantly bullying her. I will put an end to that without her knowing. My mate loves the school and those two should not make her life difficult". Hmmm, that definitely sounds like a male wolf in love. I laugh softly. "We can deal with that later when we get off the company," I advise.
He turns around and for a moment, I see a very different Ivor than I'm used to.
His eyes sparkle, his face has a softened expression. Well, I guess that's what men in love look like. "Let's go," I call out and together, we head out of the room toward the porch. I notice that the women have already left with the Limousine so we take the Rolls Royce Sport. Ivor knows the way and we are soon engaged in heavy traffic. Soon Conselho Construction Enterprises is in sight. Ivor deftly maneuvers the car into the underground parking lot and takes the manager's spot. Confidently we jump out of the vehicle and walk toward the elevator, up to the top management floor. We walk straight to the conference room, where the management team is waiting for us. As I step inside, the heavenly scent hits me. It makes my heart miss a beat, my Lycan goes on edge. 'Eric, our mate,' his wolf lazily declares, stretching himself awake.
'Mate? Are you sure?', I double-check his statement. 'We need a son, the Future Secretary. So she arrives just in time.' Of course, he doesn't really feel a strong bond, our genes are set for serving the King's House. For my wolf, a mate means infinite sex when we have time off but no other social interaction. We are focused on our mission. 'Man, act fast. It's been a long time since I last had a solid roll in the hay. And yes, I'm ready to impregnate her.' I see him licking his lips, looking forward to the moment we can take our mate to bed. Sex is all he cares for. Grinning, I look around, and then my eyes clash with a pair of divine green peepers, beautiful as the deepest seas. My eyes go down at her body and yes, she looks strong to carry my pup. Not those fragile toothpicks who think being skinny is sexy too. This one has good meat on her bones.
I tear my eyes away from her, this is not the right time for private stuff. And then, I started the mission I was assigned by the Palace.
An hour and a half later, the plans Ralph had laid out for the company were clear to everyone who attended the gathering. All the while I deliberately avoided looking in my mate's direction but felt her eyes burning on me. With Ivor, I leave the conference room toward the parking lot. But then I slow my steps; I have yet to meet the woman. Turning around, I bump into a soft body. That delicious vanilla blend strawberry scent invades my nostrils, intoxicating my senses. My arms automatically go around her shoulders, pressing her against my chest.
"Hey, what's your name, beauty?" I whisper in her ear....
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