An instinctive uneasiness as if a storm was fast approaching. He felt charged, wired. On edge. And those feelings were centered on his personal assistant, Lily Reynolds. It was the damnest sensation, unlike anything he’d ever felt before in connection with a woman. It bothered him to the point that his work suffered. Hell, his whole life was one big jumble. He barely slept, eating was out, and his skin crawled every time a man spoke to her. He pictured her in his mind. She was decidedly not a classical beauty. She had flashing brown eyes, a headful of thick brown curls, and a kiss-me-if-you dare mouth. And she was curvy. Oh, the curves were sweet, mouth-wateringly sweet, but far removed from the stick thin women he’d fucked in the past, which covered a huge expanse of time considering he was a wolf shifter. Past, his wolf growled, reminding him in a not-so-subtle way that every sexual encounter he’d have from now through eternity would be centered on Lily.
