by Mia Harris
Billionaire Werewolf Bundle (6 BBW Paranormal Erotic Romances)
By Mia Harris
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Copyright © 2013 Mia Harris
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Adult Reading Material
My Boss Is A Werewolf
Jessa Williams chewed on her fingernails nervously as she sat in the lobby of Taylor Enterprises. She had been looking for secretarial work for two months now, and the recruitment agency had finally fixed her up with a job for none other than Greg Taylor himself. She had been unable to believe her luck when they had called her; Greg Taylor was not only a billionaire, he was also sexy as hell. Jessa knew this because there were often photos of him on the entertainment website that she frequented to get her daily dose of celebrity gossip. From what she had seen, he was tall, with dark hair and gorgeous green eyes. Women would probably pay to work for him, and I‘m going to get paid to do it, she had thought gleefully upon finding out the news. Right now, her stomach was doing flip-flops as she waited for someone to come and get her.
“Miss Williams?” a crisp female voice said, startling her.
She looked up to see a slim, blonde woman standing in front of her.
“Yes, that’s me,” she replied.
“I’m Jane, the office administrator for the top level where you will be working. Sorry I took so long to get here; there was an incident with the espresso machine. Please, come with me and I’ll show you upstairs to where you’ll be working.”
Excited, Jessa stood up, her large handbag dropping to her side. Jane looked her up and down, taking in her cream-colored silk blouse and grey skirt. Jessa hadn’t known exactly what to wear when going to work for a billionaire, but she assumed that typical business attire would be just fine. The look on Jane’s face told her otherwise, though.
“Is everything alright?” she asked, not wanting to have already made a bad first impression.
Jane pursed her lips.
“Oh… yes. It’s just… Mr. Taylor normally prefers it when we hire… slimmer girls. But I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
Jessa felt her face start to turn red. She had been so excited to start her new job, and this woman had managed to make her feel miserable with just a few words. Is she even allowed to say things like that to me? Isn’t that some sort of discrimination or harassment? she wondered, suddenly feeling ashamed of her body. She had always been a curvy girl, which she had accepted a long time ago. No matter what she ate, and no matter how much exercise she did, she was always going to be a size fourteen. Back in high school, she had starved herself all the way down to a size ten, but that had landed her in the hospital with an iron deficiency.
Jane turned on her heel and strode over to the elevators. Jessa followed, casting her eyes to the ground, wondering if everyone else in the office was going to be this bitchy. They rode to the top floor in silence, and when they arrived, Jane gave her a tour of the office before showing her to her desk.
“Anyway, if you need any help, come and find me. Most of your work should be there in the files that I’ve just given you,” Jane said, as Jessa smoothed her skirt and sat down.
“Is Mr. Taylor actually here at the moment?” she asked.
“No. He’s actually not here all that often; as you can imagine he has a lot of business to conduct elsewhere. That doesn’t mean that you won’t have a lot of work, though. You’ll need to take all of his calls, schedule his meetings… well, you know the drill.”
Without another word, Jane left. Jessa began to type up the letters that she found in the files that Jane had provided her with, and soon, she felt as if she had been working at Taylor Enterprises for weeks, not just hours. Occasionally, other staff would come over and introduce themselves, and she was relieved to note that they were a lot friendlier than Jane had been. One woman in particular, a tall redhead named Nicki, was extra-friendly. At lunchtime, she brought a sandwich and a latte to Jessa, and sat with her while she ate.
“I thought you looked hungry. There’s a lot of work around here, so you need to keep your energy levels up!” she said.
“Thanks, Nicki,” Jessa replied. “You know, I was kinda worried that everyone here would be… I don’t know, more…”
She was cut off mid-sentence by Nicki.
“More like Jane? It’s okay, you can say it. She can be really nasty when she wants to be. What did she say to you?”
“Oh, I don’t want to be a gossip.”
“It’s alright. I won’t say anything. I’ll tell you something first; on my first day here, she told me that I should dye my hair, because ‘no one ever wants to see a redhead’. Seriously, that’s what she said,” Nicki said.
“That’s awful. Well, she basically implied that I’m… fat,” Jessa said.
“What? God, she’s getting worse. Don’t listen to her. She’s just angry that you get to work directly for Mr. Taylor. She’s always had a thing for him, but he won’t give her the time of day.”
“Oh, I see,” Jessa replied.
Nicki’s kind words had made her feel a little better, but Jane’s earlier statement continued to haunt her for the rest of the day. ‘Mr. Taylor normally prefers it when we hire… slimmer girls’. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he would be displeased when he saw her for the first time. Realizing that it was already time to go home, she packed her things up and left, hoping that she would start to feel comfortable in her own skin again soon.
***
It had been a week since Jessa had started work at Taylor Enterprises, and she found it odd that had still not yet met Mr. Taylor. Regardless of whether or not he ended up liking her, she wanted to meet him, just to see what he was like in person. Her wish was finally granted the following Tuesday afternoon.
The elevator doors made a pinging sound at the other end of the office, and Jessa reflexively looked up to see who had come up. As the doors opened, she felt as if her heart had just dropped all the way into her stomach. It was Greg Taylor. He was even better-looking in real life; not a single photo that she had seen of him had done him justice. He was younger and taller than she had assumed, with a strong jawline and aquiline nose, and she could see how piercing his green eyes were all the way from where she was sitting. He strode towards her, and she stood up to greet him.
“Hello, Mr. Taylor. I’m Jessa, your new secretary. It’s wonderful to finally meet you,” she said, extending a hand.
His eyes lingered on her body for a second, and she felt her cheeks turning pink. Ignoring her outstretched hand, he stared into her eyes. His own eyes flickered with an unfamiliar expression. Anger? Disgust that I’m not his typical thin secretary? Jessa couldn’t tell.
“I’m glad to finally meet you. Hold my calls for a while, please,” he said, before going into his office and firmly closing the door. His voice had been deep and gravelly, and sent little shivers running up and down her spine as she stared at his closed door.
Mr. Taylor didn’t come out for the rest of the afternoon, and just before home-time, he called her into his office. Jessa leapt to her feet and scurried in as fast as possible. He was sitting at his large mahogany desk, sharpening a pencil.
“Yes, Mr. Taylor? I can sharpen those pencils if you’d like,” she said.
“Hmm? Oh, no, I enjoy sharpening them for some reason. Stupid habit of mine. I’m sorry to do this to you, but I’ll need you to work a bit late. I need you to reschedule the Wilson meetings; all of them. Also, Jane is going to
be bringing over a file of things that apparently need typing up. One of the other girls was meant to do it, but went home sick. Is that going to be a problem?”
Jessa noticed that he seemed to be looking everywhere in the room but at her. Am I really that fat and ugly that he doesn’t even want to look at me? she wondered.
“That’s fine, Mr. Taylor.”
“Good. Thank you. That’s all,” he said.
Still not meeting her eyes, he waved her out of the room. Jessa shut his door behind her and sat down at her desk, noticing how dark it was already getting outside. It was nearly winter, so the sun was about to set even though it was only six o’clock. While she worked, she thought that she could hear strange, muffled noises coming from Mr. Taylor’s office, but his door remained closed.
Finally, her work was done. Not wanting to annoy him, Jessa packed her things and left without saying goodbye.
It was cold outside, and she wrapped a red woolen scarf around her neck before heading out into the parking lot. Taylor Enterprises was one of the biggest employers in the whole city, and the parking lot made that all too apparent. Jessa was lucky if she ever managed to find a parking spot less than a ten minute walk from the main building. Noticing that the usual lights in the parking lot didn’t seem to be working, she shivered and hurried towards her little white car.
Suddenly, two burly men loomed out of the darkness in front of her.
“Hello, Miss. Do you have the time?” one of them asked.
Jessa detected a faint smell of beer and cigarettes emanating from the men, and hugged her coat tighter around herself.
“It’s just after seven,” she replied, hoping that they weren’t trouble.
“Thanks. Would you care to join us? We’re havin’ a party,” the other man said.
Even in the darkness, Jessa could see a cruel glint in his eyes.
“No, thank you. I really need to be getting home,” she mumbled.
“Come on. Chubby thing like you should be grateful for the attention,” the first man said, grabbing her by the arm.
“Get off me!” she cried.
The second man grabbed her by the other arm and pulled her over to a patch of grass on the edge of the parking lot. Terrified, Jessa tried to scream, but the first man forced a gloved hand over her mouth. Pushing her to the ground, one of the men roughly yanked her legs apart and climbed on top of her. All of a sudden, she felt some unnaturally strong force pulling the man off her, and an earthy pine scent filled her nostrils. Propping herself up on her elbows, she saw a large dark figure drag both of the men several meters away, and seconds later, she heard a snarling sound followed by a deep growl.
Everything was happening so quickly that Jessa’s mind couldn’t process it all at once. Is that a dog attacking them? How did it know to rescue me? I could have sworn that I saw a man pulling him off me. Grateful that she was at least safe, she stood up and watched as the men limped away as fast as possible. The dog, or whatever it had been, was nowhere in sight now.
“What the fuck was that thing?” she heard one of them shout. Their voices faded away on the wind as they got further away, and she didn’t hear the other’s response.
Jessa’s legs felt like jelly, and her hands trembled as she walked over to her car and fumbled with the lock. She couldn’t believe that she had nearly been raped in a parking lot; it was like something from a nightmare. As she turned the key in the car-door’s lock, she heard a sound behind her. Spinning around, worried that the would-be rapists were back, she gasped as she realized that it was Mr. Taylor standing behind her.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice kinder than earlier, but still incredibly deep and masculine.
“Yes. Thank you. Two men tried to attack me, and….”
Her voice faltered as she realized that she wasn’t entirely sure exactly what had just happened.
“I know,” he said, moving closer to her. “I saw it. I pulled them off you. I sincerely hope that you’re okay. And… please don’t tell anyone what you saw here tonight.”
Jessa picked up on the faint spicy smell of expensive cologne mixed with his sweat as he tilted his face down and looked into her eyes.
“What do you mean?” she asked, confused.
His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness; some sort of trick of the moonlight, she assumed. Jessa suddenly had a strange thought, prompted by too many late-night movies.
“Wait… that creature…that was…”
“That was me. Yes. That’s why you can’t tell anyone,” he said, his face taking on a grave expression.
“I don’t understand. What… what was that? What are you?”
“It’s difficult to explain. Just… please, don’t tell anyone what you saw. I’m going to have one of my drivers follow you home just to make sure you get home safe. There are usually security guards patrolling the lots at night, but I guess they were all slacking off. They’ll all be fired. I’ll see to it now.”
He pulled away from her for a moment to make some calls. Jessa still had no idea what was going on, but she knew that she felt a lot calmer and safer with him around. When he was done on the phone, he came back over to her.
“I’ll wait right here until my driver arrives. He should be here in a minute. I’m so sorry that this happened, Jessa,” he murmured.
She was surprised that he had remembered her name, and smiled up at him gratefully.
“Thanks, Mr. Taylor,” she said.
His eyes began to burn again, and this time Jessa realized that they really were glowing. What the hell is he? The same unfamiliar look from when she had first met him was flickering in his eyes, and he leaned closer to her. It occurred to her that he might be about to kiss her, and she tilted her face up slightly. He opened his mouth to say something, but was distracted by the blinding headlights of a black car.
“Oh, that’s my driver. He’ll follow you home, like I said. Take care of yourself, Jessa.”
With that, he strode away. As if he was going to kiss me; I’m so stupid, Jessa thought to herself, embarrassed that she had even considered something so silly. I’m acting like a stupid schoolgirl. She got in her car, turned out of the parking lot, and began the drive home. Once she was there, she waved to the black car that Mr. Taylor had sent after her, and then went inside. She felt utterly exhausted after everything that had happened, so after a light dinner and an hour in front of the TV, she decided to take a long, hot shower and then head to bed. As she crawled under her warm blankets and drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone – or something – was watching her. It didn’t feel wrong, though. It made her feel safe.
***
As Jessa headed out her front door the next morning, she saw a sleek black car blocking her driveway. A tall blond man got out when he saw her approaching and beckoned her to him.
“Miss Williams? I’m Tom. I followed you home last night. Mr. Taylor has requested that I drive you to work today,” he said.
Tom looked like a no-nonsense kind of guy, so Jessa didn’t argue. He opened the door for her and helped her in, and then began the drive to Taylor Enterprises.
“Why did he want me to be picked up?” she asked.
Tom ignored her, so she assumed that he hadn’t heard. When she repeated her question, he sighed.
“To keep you safe, Miss Williams. He was extremely upset about what happened last night. When I followed you home, he went and fired those security guards himself,” he said.
“Is he this protective of all his employees?” she asked.
Tom didn’t respond again, and Jessa was more confused than ever. I’ve only known the guy for less than a day, during which he wouldn’t even shake my hand or even look in my direction, and suddenly he’s concerned for my safety… enough to send a car to collect me? What the hell is going on? She recalled the dark figure that she had seen pulling the two attackers off her the night before. It had definitely looked like a tall man, but then she had heard growling… and
when she looked over, she swore that she had seen a large dog attacking the men. Maybe the stress of what happened with those two men was just screwing with my head. But if that’s the case, why did Mr. Taylor make me promise not to tell anyone what I saw? And his eyes…
They finally reached Taylor Enterprises, and Tom escorted her all the way up to the top floor. As Jessa crossed the room to her desk, she saw Jane looking at her with a resentful expression on her face. When Jessa sat down, Nicki came over to see her.
“Hey, honey. I heard there was an incident in the parking lot last night. You okay?”
“Oh. Yes, thank you,” she replied.
“Anyway, Jane told me to tell you that Mr. Taylor wants to see you in his office. He’s already here. She was meant to tell you herself, but I think her jealousy has gotten the better of her again.”
Nicki smiled and went back to work, and Jessa stood up and knocked on Mr. Taylor’s door. Her legs felt shaky, and her heart seemed to be racing at a million miles an hour. The door opened, and Mr. Taylor beckoned her inside his office. It smelled of his spicy cologne and coffee, and she took a deep breath before daring to look up at him, worried that she was in trouble for some reason.
“Please sit, Jessa. We have much to discuss,” he said, his voice as deep and masculine as ever.
“Have I done something wrong, Mr. Taylor? Why did you send that man to pick me up?” she asked nervously.
He smiled and sat down behind his desk.
“You’ve done nothing wrong. I’d prefer it if you call me Greg. Mr. Taylor makes me feel so old. I’m only thirty-five, you know. You have a lot of questions, I’m sure. Please, let me explain.”
Feeling slightly bolder now that she knew her career wasn’t in jeopardy, Jessa spoke up.
“Well, Mr. Tay… Greg. Why don’t you start by telling me what the hell I saw last night in the parking lot?”
His green eyes flashed with amusement for a moment.
“Where did that attitude come from? I like it. Jessa, there are things in this world that you probably cannot even begin to comprehend. I’m not calling you ignorant or stupid; it’s just that these things often choose to remain hidden from humans. I think, though, that deep down… you know what I am. Tell me what you think you saw.”