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Michael smiled wider.
His Sunshine was not at all the type of woman he’d expected when his aunt made him promise to drop in on her today.
She was fiery and not afraid to duke it out with him, as so many of his acquaintances were. In his business, he’d learned to be tough. Most people thought he was a bit of a shark, but it wasn’t true. He simply loved a good design and when it came to building, he demanded the very best. Nothing else would do.
Michael was more than intrigued. He wouldoversee this job personally. He had a feeling working one on one with Samantha was exactly what she needed to get used to the idea of being his.
Of course, he’d explain all the supernatural implications after.
Hell yeah, he was going to make sure all her dreams about her home came true. He frowned, shifting his truck into drive. The sound of gravel rolling beneath his tires was loud, but he ignored it.
Poor little thing was worried about money. She was proud, didn’t want to take anything that her ex could try to use against her.
Michael understood that. Still, her ex was a real piece of shit, but that was Michael’s problem now.
He’d make sure Samantha was safe from that creep. His Wolf would stand for nothing less.
Whatever happened, he knew one thing and one thing only as the absolute truth, and that was this.
Samantha belonged to him. He was going to claim the human female and make her his in every sense of the word. He would lift her up. Be the man she deserved. And in the end, well, in the end, hopefully, she’d fall for him like he was already falling for her.
Chapter 7
That evening, Michael sat at the desk inside his home office and went over his schedule for the next few weeks, sending his assistant the instructions he’d need to cancel and reschedule any meetings or important business calls.
His mind flitted over his meeting that afternoon, and he growled deep inside his chest.
Samantha was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen. Full of lush curves and a plethora of color. His Sunshine was so bright and full of life.
Oh, she’d been put through it. He could tell. But what was better than a phoenix rising from the ashes? His Sunshine was just like that. She was stronger than she thought, and he couldn’t wait to see her take flight.
His phone rang and seeing her number scroll across the screen hit him right in the gut.
“Hello?” he asked, answering it right away.
There weren’t many things he found irresistible in life, but this redheaded female was one of them.
“Michael?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied.
“This is Samantha. Samantha Haleigh Jones. We met this afternoon,”she said, as if he could have forgotten.
He grinned and inhaled, wishing he could smell her French vanilla ice cream scented skin right now.
“What can I do for you, Sunshine?”
“I wasn’t sure when you were coming back, but it dawned on me you might need the original floor plans for the house? I have them scanned and can email them to you, only I wasn’t sure where to send them,”she said, her voice huskier than it’d been earlier in the day, and he wondered if she was feeling tired.
“That’s great. I would very much like to see those floor plans. Here, I’ll give you my email address,” Michael said and rattled off his old Gmail account.
“Perfect. So, um, when are you thinking you can start? I have a few meetings this week, but almost all of them can be done remotely, so I am here to help.”
She was charming. Utterly charming.
“I’ll be there tomorrow with a crew,” he told her, impressed by her spirit and determination.
“Great. The sooner we start, the sooner I won’t be afraid Nosferatu is going to jump out behind one of these velvet curtains every time I walk into a room,”she joked.