Page 24 of Her Werewolf Lover

The windows were all fine, the only change she’d asked for was in the main bedroom. Samantha wanted to be able to walk onto the terrace that was facing the backyard.

Michael agreed only after he checked to make sure it was sound. Then he swapped out the window and took out some of the wall for an enormous sheet of tempered glass with one-way visibility and yes, he added a sliding glass door.

Sam hung a dozen pretty, gauzy curtains up just because she liked them. They went with the wood and neutral color theme she had going on. Sage and blush pink accent pillows and throw blankets made it warm and cozy.

Everything she always wanted.

Samantha was thrilled so far. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for downstairs.

Is that all you’re interested in?

She rolled her eyes, ignoring her inner voice. Michael was gorgeous, sweet, and kind. If she were looking for a man, and no, she was not, he would be just the kind of man she’d wish for.

Only, she was fairly certain he didn’t even think about her like that at all. In fact, no one on the crew of above average looking men and one woman seemed to notice Samantha in the least.

She wasn’t conceited. And yeah, she knew she looked different, older, plumper, than before, but she was still her. Still pretty.

That wasn’t conceit, it was fact.

Anyway, none of them seemed to care and not one of the guys glanced at her twice.

Maybe Gary was right, and she was losing her sex appeal.

Oh, fuck Gary. Who cares what he thinks?

Whatever.

She did not have the bandwidth to entertain why Michael or any of his crew didn’t find her worth even glancing at.

She’d thought because he’d called her Sunshine that maybe he was attracted. But apparently not.

Shit. She was being idiotic.

Think about the house.

It might cost a small fortune, but she was going to make this happen. Samantha poured over all the interior design mockups she’d printed from the internet last night.

My goodness, she mused.

Samantha had spent the remainder of yesterday after Michael had left and well into the night, brainstorming what she could do to her house to make it exactly what she wanted.

The fact was, she needed a job to make it happen. Her earnings wouldn’t keep her forever.

Her former modeling agent and her lawyer had both tried to counsel her. They believed all the publicity from her divorce would benefit her greatly if she would only agree to an interview.

And lose all the integrity I have left? No thanks.

Her agent had readily accepted her as a client once again, but Samantha had been firm about her conditions.

She would have nothing to do with her ex-husband.

That included interviews about her former marriage. As far as Samantha was concerned, that chapter of her life was done.

Finito.

Clicking through her email, she snorted. The only offers she had were from a pornographic magazine and a reality show that exploited ex-trophy wives.

Hard pass.