Page 20 of Her Werewolf Lover
“Before we start, Michael, I have to say something,” she said.
“Shoot,” he replied, jotting something down on a pad.
“I think this will be a monumental project. I need you to understand that from my perspective, this means the world,” she exhaled, watching his brows furrow as he listened.
Patient, she liked that.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he said.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Just so there are no misunderstandings between us. My ex-husband held the reins pretty tightly during our marriage, and I never made a single decision. It was easier that way. I know I was a coward, and you probably think I deserved what I got especially if you read all about the divorce in the tabloids, but despite what everyone thinks, I never married Gary for his money.”
“Samantha, I?—”
“I know you didn’t ask, but I am telling you, anyway. I am going to be broke after this. But before you comment, believe me it’ll be worth every penny. And I don’t want to tell you how to do your job, but I need to be a part of the decision making. This is the first time I’m on my own. Don’t laugh, but I want a real home. Do you know what I mean?”
“Yes, for what it is worth, I know what you mean. And I wasn’t laughing at you, Samantha. I was just going to tell you, I think your ex is a complete and utter fool. Now, you will be a part of every single decision I make regarding this project. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Somehow, he’d moved closer to her. So close, shecould smell his cologne and the soap beneath it. He smelled good. Spicy, masculine, and expensive.
She really should retreat behind the counter or something, anything to put space between them, but her feet refused to budge.
“I know you don’t know me, and you shouldn’t care what I think, but I think you’re wonderful and brave. From what I can see, you’ve made some difficult choices this past year, and I would very much like to help you build the home of your dreams. Now, nothing worth anything is cheap, but I’ll give you a fair and accurate estimate based on the work you’ll need here.”
“Then I think we have a deal, Michael Duarte,” she said, eyes widening as he stepped even closer—wait, was he sniffing her hair?
“Indeed, we do, Samantha Jones.”
Chapter 6
My Sunshine is a fucking delight.
Michael broke out into a slow grin as he left the house, after sweeping up the mess they’d made with the sheetrock in the living room.
That was so freaking awesome.
This woman.
She was like no one he’d ever met. Yes, he’d met his fair share of celebrities in his line of work. No, he didn’t like many of them.
But Samantha was different. And not just because his Wolf wanted to bend her over the sofa and fuck her until she was dripping his cum, screaming his name, and wearing his mating mark.
Fuck.
His dick pulsed beneath his jeans, and his chest was rumbling with the force of his growl. It was all Michael could do to not turn around, march back inside, and do just that.
Calm down,he ordered his Wolf.
The beast let out one more rolling snarl before he allowed Michael to continue towards his truck.
She was his mate, though. That much was true.
Holy fuck.
Michael had met his fated mate. Finally.
She was really something. Not the stuck-up, spoiled princess he’d expected. Oh no. She surprised him with her frankness and grit, her down-to-earth attitude and no holds barred conversation.