Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(3)

“Only if I’m lucky,” he said with a wink.

I loved a guy who had a strong flirt game but didn’t come on too strong. Deacon was in his mid-thirties, friendly, and just a good guy.

I held my hand over my head and waved while making my way to the elevator.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts as I rode to the top floor. I was going to go in there and own that room. Prove to those men that I was the right person for the job.

I stepped off the elevator, and Jocelyn greeted me. She was Duke Wayburn’s assistant, and she was around my age. We’d hit it off the few times I’d been here.

“Hey, you look gorgeous. Loving this look on you.” She winked.

I’d worn my favorite black pencil skirt, a white silk blouse, and red heels. My hair was tied back in an elegant chignon, and I was wearing black glasses, even though they didn’t have a prescription. It was all about the look.

And this look shouted: Badass bitch, ready to conquer the world.

“Thank you. Is everyone here?”

“Yes. Are you ready to meet Wolfgang?” she whispered and then mouthed the words, he’s so hot.

I chuckled. Good-looking men didn’t affect me all that much. Sure, I enjoyed some good eye candy, but I wasn’t the girl who fell at anyone’s feet.

Not now.

Not ever.

“I was born ready.”

She walked me down the hallway and wished me luck as we rounded the corner to the conference room, where the door was open. I nodded my goodbye to Jocelyn and stepped inside as the men rose to their feet to greet me.

My head nearly snapped to the right when a familiar face filled my peripheral vision.

Piss on a cracker.

“Dylan, I’d like to introduce you to my son, Wolf,” Duke said, as he extended his hand to me.

Wolfgang Wayburn was the douchedick from the back of the car at the gas station.

I guess I’d have to rework my plan to dazzle the man.

Either way, I wasn’t leaving here without this job.





two





Wolf





What are the fucking chances that the lunatic from the gas station was the same woman my father had been gushing about for the last two weeks over the phone? This had to be some kind of joke.

She came storming over to Gallan, my driver, shouting and outraged with her hands flailing in the air. I mean, what woman charges up to two men who happen to be more than twice her size, and throws down like that? She didn’t know if we were fucking crazy or not.

I mean, I was a trained killer for God’s sake.

I’d been on a call with Bullet, my SEAL brother, when she’d stormed the castle. Leaving the SEALs was not an easy choice for me, but I wasn’t a man who wavered in my decisions. This had always been the plan, and I was ready to step in and take over the responsibilities for the Lions. My father gave me ten years to figure out my shit and do what I wanted to do.

And truth be told—I was ready to be done.

I’d seen things I couldn’t unsee.

I’d experienced things that I’d never forget.

Good and bad.

I loved every minute of it.

But it was time for a change.

Bullet was considering leaving, as well, and he wanted to talk it through.

I cleared my throat and offered her my hand as she stood there waiting for me to say something. “My father didn’t tell me that you were slightly unstable.”

She made a little noise that I was fairly certain was a growl. She was trying to contain her anger, but it was impossible to miss.

The fire in her brown eyes was there earlier, and it was there now. Pops of gold and amber made them appear almost caramel colored at times.

And the way her goddamn skirt hugged her curves in all the right places made it difficult not to stare.

Luckily for Miss Thomas, I was trained to control my emotions.

“I think someone has a flair for the dramatic.” She winked and chuckled before batting her lashes at my father and Roger, who were putty in her hands.

I wasn’t falling for her shtick.

“Did you not just have a meltdown at a gas station? Do you really think you’re fit to handle the legalities of a professional hockey team when you couldn’t handle yourself when faced with the slightest bit of an obstacle?” Her small hand was in mine, and she squeezed just enough to let me know I’d pissed her off.

The way her chest rose and fell rapidly at my words, I knew she was about to lose her shit. She’d probably burst into tears and make a scene, then ask for forgiveness.

But instead, she pulled her hand away slowly and narrowed her gaze. “Hmmm… I’m guessing that’s exactly who you want handling your legalities. Am I right, Duke?” She turned to face my father, and I had to force myself not to roll my eyes.

My father motioned for everyone to take a seat and then turned his attention to the little minx who sat across from me.

“I take it you two have met?” My father smirked.

“Yes,” we said at the same time, but she spoke louder and smiled at me like she’d won some sort of prize. “I don’t think you’d be all too thrilled to know that your son cut me off at the gas station today and didn’t so much as apologize when I confronted him. I’m not a woman who backs down because the big, bad wolf, no pun intended…” she said, pausing to chuckle, right along with Dad and Roger. “Wolf, apparently, doesn’t have any manners. I won’t tolerate that type of disrespect for myself, nor will I tolerate it for the people that I represent.”