A Wolf in Billionaire’s Clothing

By: Daphne Loveling



Good God, he’s even better looking than in the photographs, she thought instantly. Strong, square jaw, dark eyes, dark brown hair the curled slightly. His expensively tailored suit hung perfectly on him, its cut suggesting a powerful and well-formed physique underneath. Full, sensual lips turned down slightly in something like a frown, and his brow furrowed slightly. Miranda hurriedly stood up to face him and extended her hand. “Hello, Mr. Blake. I’m Miranda Jacobs, your new personal secretary.”

Liam Blake’s eyes traveled from her face down her body in a long, lingering look. An unreadable expression flickered across his sculpted features. Irritation? Disappointment? A few moments later, he slowly raised his hand to clasp hers. An electric jolt shot through her at the contact of his hot skin. His large hand engulfed her smaller one. “Ms. Jacobs,” he said softly.

“I… I’ve just been finishing up on a project that Ms. Hathaway gave me. Is there anything I can do for you? Ms. Hathaway didn’t tell me much about your needs, so please let me know whatever is expected of me.” Her words came out in a rush, and Miranda stopped abruptly, not wanting to completely lose her composure in front of him. Her last sentence hung awkwardly between them, as if its vagueness was almost an invitation. Miranda blushed, without knowing exactly why. She felt… exposed, somehow. Naked.

“Right now, I need to finish some work, he said gruffly. “You can leave for the day. Come see me first thing in the morning.” Liam walked into his office and slammed the door.

Miranda sat back down in her chair, a dazed expression on her face. Did I say something wrong? she wondered. Puzzled, and a little nervous, she put away the files she had just finished and shut down her computer.

When Miranda emerged from the building into the late fall afternoon, it was already growing dark. She had plans to meet for dinner to celebrate her new job at a trendy restaurant a few blocks away. Despite the slight chill, she opted to walk rather than take the subway. When she arrived, her friend Megan was already waiting for her. They shared some appetizers for dinner, and Miranda had three cosmos – much more than she usually drank on a week night, but Megan coaxed her, saying it was a special night. By the time Miranda and Megan hugged goodbye in front of the restaurant, it was after 10:00 and Miranda was a bit tipsy. She checked her phone briefly for the nearest subway station, which was only three blocks away by taking side streets.

A couple of minutes into her walk, Miranda was startled when a man appeared suddenly out of the shadows. “Hey, baby, what are you doing all alone tonight? Come party with me!” The man was large – at least 6’3” -- smelled like beer and was slurring his words slightly.

“No thank you,” Miranda said, stepping up her pace and trying not to telegraph her fear.

“Come on, honey, you look pretty good for a big girl. Come let me show you a good time,” he said. As Miranda walked by him, he lurched at her suddenly, catching her by the coat sleeve and pulling her into him. She opened her mouth in the beginning of a scream, but he clamped a hand around her throat. “I wouldn’t fucking do that, girly,” he hissed, his mouth inches away from her ear. “You shut the fuck up, you hear?” Miranda nodded, her eyes wide. Slowly, he took his hand away from her mouth and grabbed her by the shoulders. “You know you want me, you’re just playing hard to get. Don’t waste my fuckin’ time. I know how cock teases like you think.” Smashing his lips down over hers, he crushed her against him. She could feel his erection through his pants and began to panic. She looked around her wildly, but he was holding her too tightly for her to get away from him.

Suddenly, the man flung her away from him with a loud howl and flew back against the wall into the shadows. Miranda fell to the ground. Hearing a loud sound, a growl that seemed to come from no animal she had ever heard, she looked up and saw the man on the ground, a huge dog straddling him. The dog was biting at the man, tearing his clothing with his sharp teeth. Everything happened so fast, Miranda had no time to react, but scrambled to her feet and backed away in horror at the scene unfolding before her. The man screamed incoherently as the dog latched on to his arm. Miranda could see blood on the dog’s muzzle. Suddenly, the man caught a glimpse of a bottle on the ground a few feet away from him. He grasped at the bottle with his free hand and brought it crashing down on the side of the dog’s head. Snarling, the dog let go of the man’ s arm and backed away. He continued to growl and snap at him, as the man stumbled to his feet and ran away as fast as he could go.

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