"Okay, Tomas, I'm not sure a date is such a good idea." She started to say and then he cut her off.
"Who said anything about a date, I was pretty sure I said dinner." He raised a brow at her and almost laughed when her cheeks flamed red. "What, you have an angry husband or boyfriend at home who won't let you have a business meeting?"
"No, I'm single." She said automatically and then brought her hand up over her face before she could stop it. "Okay, look, if you're not willing to take the time now, how about I come back when it's convenient for you, or you come to my office when you have time."
"I'll give you two hours of my time tonight. Over dinner. Mack's Steak House, I'll be there at seven. If you don't bother to show up, I'm not signing the papers, I don't care what they are." He told her and tipped his hat before going back over to his four wheeler and driving back out to the fence to finish fixing it.
He left Lydia standing there, staring at him. He could feel her eyes on his back until he'd gotten over the ridge from his house and went down into the lower part of the valley of his pasture. He was amused. He didn't know what he intended to do with her once he got her out to dinner, but his wolf certainly had some animalistic ideas that would probably have poor Lydia blushing all the way to her toes if she could read his mind.
Whistling while he worked, he finished fixing his fence before going back to the house to prepare for their dinner... non-date.
Chapter 2
Lydia could not believe she was going out to dinner with Tomas. Granted, he looked like a hotter version of some kind of fireman hunk that should be in a calendar for women with a hose and red hat, but still. He looked good enough to eat and it made her cat purr. Being a cat shifter, she could smell the wolf on him. They shouldn't even be compatible. They weren't the same shifting species, yet something about this man had her cat arching her mental back and wanting to play.
Down kitty. Lydia told herself. He made it clear it was a business deal. Not a date, not that she totally believed him. The energy he was putting off made his arousal clear as day. She could smell it on him. If they ended up alone, she knew nothing about this was innocent. All she needed was to get those papers signed, trying to keep this as professional as she could, she made sure she wore a business suit to the dinner tonight. Pants. Shoes. Layers of clothes. Not a dress. Nothing she could easily take off. Keep her hands to herself. She was determined to just get the papers signed and be done with it.
His parent's had left a portion of money from the oil field to the pack. She just needed him to sign that he understood and could make the monthly donation to their funds. They'd left the pack, but had always had family obligations to their roots and had felt obligated to take care of their own. Tomas wasn't the kind of money hungry man who'd contest this. From everything she'd learned about him he was a billionaire who lived like an average farmer and didn't waste money. He didn't have the most expensive house or truck, he wore regular clothes, but he did pay his people well who worked for him.
Putting on a touch of lip gloss and some mascara as her only adornment, she checked her gold watch and realized she was going to be late if she didn't get her butt out of the door now. She rented a room from her grandmother and lived above the garage. She really didn't need to live with her grandma, but it was the only way she could take care of her and keep an eye on her without making it obvious that she was doing it for her grandma's well being, rather than her own. She didn't care what people thought about her, but her grandma needed her. Her parents were off doing their own thing now that they'd gotten divorced and grandma was the only family she had left right now. Okay, so maybe she needed her grandma a little bit too. Smiling as she locked the door and walked down the steps to her truck that was parked in the alleyway off the garage, she started the car and got in.
She drove to Mack's Steak House and found a parking spot. She'd heard about this place, but had never eaten here before. Walking inside, she checked her watch again. She was a few minutes late, but she thought he'd still be there. The place was fancy. She wouldn't have been able to afford this place on her paralegal income without saving up for it. Deciding she'd just get a small salad and drink water, she let her eyes search the room until she found Tomas sitting in a quiet booth against the back wall. Walking over to him, she sat down and looked at him.
"Hi," She said, sliding into the booth and set the documents on the table for him to look at. A few minutes later the waiter came over to get her drink order. "Just water, thanks."
"Don't worry about dinner, my treat." He told her and fingered the folder on the table before pushing it away. "I'll look at this over dessert."
"You intend to keep me here as long as possible, don't you?" Lydia asked him her eyes narrowing. Inside her, her cat was purring happily at the idea of being near Tomas, though Lydia on the outside felt like the smartest thing to do was run as fast as she could. He was dangerous. He could break her heart. Everything about him screamed animal magnetism and she wanted to see if he tasted as good as he looked. Quickly grabbing her water and drinking a big gulp she tried to forget those kind of thoughts and focus on the task at hand. Getting through this meal and getting the papers signed.
Picking up her menu she tried not to gasp out loud at the prices, fifty dollars for a steak. twenty two dollars for a simple salad? Setting the menu down, she wondered if she should just starve.
"If you don't order what you want, I'll order for you and I have a hefty appetite." Tomas warned her, arching a brow reading the expression on her face correctly when she put the menu down.
"Are you always used to getting your way?" She asked him sighing and picking the menu back up. Trying not to look at the prices. She came from a fiscally conservative family. Her mother had been a teacher, her dad a mechanic. Together they'd had all the basics, but not a lot of extras. It had taught her to not waste money and to value what she did have.
"Almost always, why, are you wanting to challenge me and see who will win?" Tomas's eyes narrowed, the idea of chasing his prey had him excited and his nostrils flared. He could smell her arousal and she sunk lower into her seat trying to hide from him. He chuckled at her discomfort. She wasn't immune to him, but she was sure trying to pretend she was. It would make it that much sweeter when he got his way.
"Okay, since it's your treat, I'm getting a steak... AND a salad." She said snapping her menu shut and giving him a hard look. If he was offering to pay and intended to torture her, she might as well make the dinner count if she had to deal with his innuendo's and his clear intentions of interest.
He chuckled at her feistiness and smiled at her. He liked a woman who wasn't afraid of offending him. So many women tried to say what he wanted to hear, he liked that she just said the truth. It made her all that much more desirable to him.
They ate dinner in relative peace, he finally ordered a dessert and made her split it with him. While the waiter took his debit card, he finally stopped to look over the papers she'd brought with her.
He signed them but refused to hand them over. "Come home with me, I want to talk a business deal with you, but I don't want to monopolize their booth all night."
"Business? What kind of business?" She said narrowing her eyes at him.
"The kind that says if you want these papers back, you'll have to earn them." He sat back and looked at her, an animalistic gleam in his eyes that challenged her.
"Fine. But if you touch me, I'll bite you." She threatened him.
"Promise?" He asked her laughing as he put his card away.
Chapter 3
"So why am I here?" Lydia asked him and crossed her arms. She stood in the middle of his living room. It had rustic furniture and decorations, with wolf paintings all over the house. It was clear that it was meant to be a country style house and despite his billions of dollars, he didn't have a house that reflected his income. It was a nice, comfortable place, the kind where you could see raising kids and wouldn't worry about them spilling a drink on the floor or leaving
a handprint on the wall.
"I want to find a wife." He told her, watching her reaction carefully. "And due to my money situation, it's hard to find a woman that doesn't know who I am, and is only interested in me for my money. I want you to find me that wife, Lydia."
"Okay, I'm a paralegal, not a dating service." She said and blinked at him. She could picture going to bed with him and admitted to herself at least, she felt a pang of jealously at the idea of some other woman being intimate with him. She dropped her gaze to the floor to hide the flash of disappointment in her eyes. "I suggest you use the internet. I'm going now."
"Wait, hear me out." Tomas told her and grabbed her arm, his strong fingers curled around her upper arm and he took a step closer to her. Close enough he could inhale her scent. He hovered close to her, putting her outside of her comfort zone.
"Okay, I'm listening," She said, closing her eyes and put her hand up on his chest before she could stop herself. She could feel his heart pounding under his shirt and she opened her eyes to look up at him.
"I'm lonely. I want a wife who isn't interested in my money. A woman who when I come home is here and happy to see me, who wants children, who wants to grow old together. Someone who can appreciate a hard day's work but also knows how to get dirty, play in the mud or ride a horse. I can cook for myself, I already have a house keeper, but I need a lover, and a friend. You're files on the coffee table, take it if you want, but I'd like you find me a couple of women who might fit my criteria. I don't want to go through a dating service, I believe they could be fooled and hook me up with a money-hungry woman. You on the other hand wouldn't have any ulterior motive besides getting me out of your hair. If you say no, I will make sure your bosses find all sorts of things to do that will send you out here and put you at my mercy." He threatened her and then when she gasped as he tightened his grip on her arm, he couldn't stop himself. He kissed her.
Lydia thought for a moment about how he could possibly kiss her while talking about wanting a wife, and her to find him one, what a cad! When his tongue stroked her lips all thoughts about his jackassery had her forgetting why she was here and her melting against him. Her heart was pounding in her chest so loud she could almost hear it and wondered if he could too. His tongue thrust into her mouth, teasing her, making her ache in places that hadn't been touched in quite a while. She'd been so busy the last couple of years she hadn't had time for men.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes glowed almost yellow in their passion. His wolf was close to the surface and if she hadn't been a shifter herself, it might have frightened her. He looked almost on the verge of turning and instead he pushed her back until she hit the wall and he yanked hard on her dress. The straps broke and he pushed her bra down. She could have protested, she probably should have protested, but her cat was purring so hard she thought her head was going to vibrate with her animal side happy to engage with him in foreplay.
The minute his hand grabbed one of her large breasts with his palm and fingers all logical and rational thought went out the window. Grabbing his cock through his pants before she could stop herself, she encouraged him to keep going. Pressing kisses to his neck and chin she hissed a breath with his fingers tugged hard on one of her nipples. Moving her hand to the button of his pants, she worked it free until she could pull his cock out his pants and touch the velvety smoothness.
Rubbing her palm against it, he was so thick she could barely wrap her hand all the way around him, she grew wet when she saw how big he was. She'd always been a size queen, though she didn't admit it out loud often.
Finally pulling back and pausing, she looked at him. "I don't think if you're wanting me to find you a wife, you should be kissing me."
"I don't have a wife yet, were both single and the attraction between us is on fire. If you're not looking for a forever relationship, I can handle having tonight." He kissed her, hinting that he'd be interested in more with her if she was, letting her stew on that. Tomas didn't want to scare her off, but he wanted her. And not just for tonight if she'd let him.
"Kiss me Lydia, I want to feel you purr." He told her, subconsciously acknowledging her shifter side. He dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bumps on her skin. The large nipple grew hard in his mouth and peaked into a little nub from the soft flesh he'd first licked. He sighed against her skin, growing aroused from her physical reaction. He could smell her growing wet through her dress and it made him want to bury his face between her legs and gorge himself on her flavor until she was screaming his name over and over again.
"We really shouldn't be doing this," Lydia gasped as she buried her hands in his hair. When he lifted her dress and pulled on her panties hard enough to rip them off and drop them on the floor she spread her legs before realizing what she was doing, giving him easier access.
He dropped to his knees right there in the living room and buried his face against her flesh. As his tongue delved into her most delicate parts, he teased her and tasted her. She got his face soaked with her juices as she grew more aroused from his tongue touching the most sensitive parts of her body. He sucked on her clit hard, until her hips were gyrating against his mouth. Digging her fingers hard into his scalp she squeezed him hard as she climaxed and bucked against him, trying not to fall down. His hands came around to cup her bottom and support her, as he kept pressing against her, pushing her over the edge into another orgasm right after the first.
"Too sensitive, slow down cowboy," She finally panted as her parts felt like they were on fire.
He stood up and kissed her, letting her musky taste mingle into her mouth against her tongue. He lifted one of her legs up and supported her and guided his cock to her vagina. Thrusting deep inside her, he lifted her other leg up and supported her with his arms as her back pressed against the wall. He never broke the kiss as he pumped himself into her body. Her juices flowed around him, coating her thighs and anything else it touched. He screwed her hard and fast and after a few moments he tensed, his entire body shuttered and he jerked inside of her heaving himself against her as he came.
After a few moments he slid her body down off of his and pulled her dress down. Looking down at her now that he broke the kiss their eyes met and neither of them said a word.
Eventually, Lydia bent down, scooped up her panties and the paperwork off the coffee table and left.
"Don't forget to call me about finding me a wife." He yelled at her as she went out of the front door to her truck. She climbed in and went home. She was planning on putting this memory in her events of things that shouldn't have happened, but that she didn't quite regret and move on with her life.
She had no intention of helping Tomas find a wife, especially after sleeping with him. The fact that he'd ask her to do that, and then seduce her in the middle of his living room made her question his sanity. What kind of man would ask a woman to help him find a suitable wife, and then screw her brains out five minutes later?
A total rake, that was who! Lydia decided as she pulled into the alley way and parked her truck. Sneaking up stairs to her garage apartment, she bathed and changed into her pajamas. Throwing the underwear away since it was ruined, she decided to just file the paperwork he signed in the morning and pretend he never existed.
Chapter 4
Lydia was hugging the toilet a few weeks later, feeling like she had the flu. No one else in the office was sick but her, and they'd sent her home refusing to let her come back until she'd seen a doctor. No one else wanted to get sick. She felt like she'd been hit by a bus. Everything ached.
"Come in." She said when a knock on her door came.
"Lydia?" Her grandmother Lou-Ann walked in and stared at her in the bathroom. "You've been sick for a few days now, have you gone to see a doctor yet?"
"It's Friday, if I'm still sick Monday, I'll make an appointment." She told her grandma then pressed her head against the wood vanity next to the toilet and tried to breathe.
"I don't mean to
be nosy, but is there any possibility you're pregnant?" She asked Lydia, concerned.
"Of course not...." Then Lydia groaned loudly. "Oh I'm going to kill him."
"Who are you going to kill?" Her grandmother asked her looking confused."
"Tomas, one of my clients, no don't get that look on your face grandma, it wasn't like that. He was asking me to find him a wife, and then one thing led to another and ugh. It was over a month ago, it never occurred to me that one time would be all it took. Not after all the years it took mom to get pregnant and you only having one child because of infertility issues." Lydia shook her head. It was just her luck. The better question wasn't how it happened, since she knew that, but what she was going to do about it.
"Lydia, I assume you plan on keeping the baby?" Her grandma's gaze narrowed on her.
"Of course grandma, I'm not a heathen." Lydia said, looking offended and then felt a little green.
"Let me get you a lemon and some crackers. Keep lemon or mint water around to help. Ginger also can help control this." Her grandma left the room and a few minutes later came back with a handful of crackers and some water with lemon in it. "Drink this."
Lydia sipped the water slowly and made sure it would stay down. She nibbled on a cracker her grandma handed her and realized after a few minutes she finally felt good enough to stand up.
"That actually worked," She was surprised and hugged her grandma gently.
"Of course it did." Her grandma gave her a look that said 'did you think I was stupid?' and then gave her a half squeeze back. "So, you want me to go to the drug store and get you a test so you can be sure?"
"You'd do that grandma?" Lydia was shocked. Getting her grandma to leave the house was difficult. These days she rarely went anywhere.
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