Grey Wolf in the White House: The Trilogy (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance)

by Mia Harris

  Grey Wolf in the White House: The Trilogy (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance)

  By Mia Harris

  Smashwords Edition

  Published by Mia Harris on Smashwords

  Follow Mia on Twitter!: @miaharriswriter

  Copyright © 2013 Mia Harris

  Cover image licensed by Ingram Publishing

  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

  Grey Wolf in the White House (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance – Alpha Mate)

  Part One

  This was the earliest that Arianna Mills, or Ari to her friends, had ever left her apartment. It was only six-thirty A.M. and she was already on her way to her new internship. Technically, she didn’t start until seven-thirty, but she was so nervous that she had decided to go as early as possible. The reason that she was so nervous was because of where her internship was; the White House. After completing her undergraduate degree in Political Science at the University of Pennsylvania, or UPenn as everyone called it, she had moved to Washington and applied to the internship program at the behest of her father. She had had no idea that she would actually get in, but she was excited to get started.

  Ari had been assigned to the office of the White House Chief of Staff, and while the position was unpaid, it was a fantastic opportunity that would open many doors for her in the future. She was also hoping that she would get a glimpse of President Remy Armstrong, seeing as the Oval Office was so close to where she would be working. He was the youngest president to have ever been sworn in at only thirty-six years old, and was also one of the only Presidents in US history who wasn’t married. Normally, being unmarried wouldn’t gain much of the public’s trust, but his relative youthfulness compared to previous Presidents had helped them get past it. He had won the election six months ago in a landslide victory.

  His looks certainly didn’t hurt his chances, either, Ari thought as she recalled the photos and videos that she had seen of the man. Remy Armstrong was tall, with a straight nose, strong jawline, bright blue eyes and sandy brown hair. I can’t believe he isn’t married.

  An hour later, she was finally starting work. A woman named Beth Winters had been given the job of showing the interns around and assigning them tasks, and she seemed friendly enough. The Chief of Staff himself was a grumpy older man named Ross Wilkins, and Ari immediately didn’t like him.

  That afternoon, Beth looked Ari up and down for a moment.

  “That’s a nice blouse. Where did you get it?”

  “Oh… I don’t actually remember,” Ari replied.

  Truthfully she did remember; her mother had bought it for her. Ari hated shopping because nothing ever fit her properly. At five foot three and a size fourteen, it was difficult to even walk into a boutique without some snobby sales assistant looking down their nose at her. She had been a curvy girl ever since she hit puberty, and she didn’t understand why some people had such a problem with it. As long as she was comfortable with her body, she didn’t really care what others thought of her, but going shopping made it impossible to ignore what they thought, and it was never a nice experience.

  “Right, everyone. We have a special surprise for you today. This isn’t something we normally do for new interns, but you’re lucky. Ross has organized a meeting in the Roosevelt Room for all the new staff and interns to meet President Armstrong,” Beth said, addressing the small group of young people in front of her.

  “Alright, come with me,” she continued before turning on her heel and briskly walking away.

  Ari caught up with her.

  “Do we really get to meet him?” she asked excitedly.

  “Yes, Ari, but it won’t be for long. He’s a very busy man, as you know, and there are a lot of new people that he has to meet. You’ll be lucky to get five seconds with him. And don’t you dare think of trying to hit on him. The last thing we need around here is another version of the Lewinsky incident,” Beth replied, a little smile playing on her lips.

  “Oh, I would never… I’m just so excited to be here.”

  Beth stopped for a second and turned to her.

  “You have a good attitude, but trust me, it’s not so exciting after a while. It’s long hours and hard work with no pay. If you’re one of the lucky few, you might score a paid position when you finish,” she said.

  “Well, I hope I do,” Ari replied earnestly.

  A tall, dark-haired man with thin lips and an aquiline nose passed them, and gave them a thin smile.

  “Where do I know that man from?” she asked, pointing to him as he walked away.

  “That’s Damien Xavier. You’ve probably seen him in the papers; he’s a fairly prominent Senator. My advice would be to stay away from him. From what I’ve heard, he sucks his staff dry. Absolute tyrant to work with. Ross is like an angel compared to him,” Beth replied.

  She smiled and continued on her way to the meeting room. As Ari followed her in, she was surprised by the size of the room. It was a lot smaller than she had imagined. Across the other side, she could see some interns already being introduced to the President, and she felt as if she might faint. In person, he was even more handsome.

  “Ross, would you like to introduce your new interns?” Beth asked as she sidled up to the Chief of Staff.

  Seconds later, Ari was face-to-face with the President himself.

  “Nice to meet you, Ari,” he said, once Ross had introduced her. “I was an intern in the office of the Chief of Staff myself, many years ago.”

  His voice was deep and masculine, and Ari felt her cheeks turning pink.

  “Oh,” she said.

  That was all she could muster up the courage to say, and he regarded her with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

  “I don’t think that’s an appropriate lipstick that you’re wearing,” Ross hissed from beside her, thinking that no one else could hear.

  Ari loved lipstick, and had chosen to wear a red-orange color today. It wasn’t particularly bright or distracting, so she had assumed that it would be okay.

  “Oh, leave the girl alone,” Remy said, clapping a hand over Ross’ shoulder. “I like it. Looks very retro, like a pin-up girl from the fifties.”

  “With all due respect, sir, this isn’t really the place for pin-up girls,” Ross replied.

  Ari flushed bright red and wanted to disappear into thin air, and Remy looked at her for a moment longer before excusing himself and turning away. Despite the embarrassment, she couldn’t believe that she had actually met him. Marco will be so jealous.

  Marco was a friend from college that she shared her apartment with, and he was already slightly envious of the fact that she had managed to score the internship. He had applied, but not been chosen. Still, he was a great friend, and very supportive of her.

  Several hours later, Ari was finally heading home. Exhausted from such a long day, she collapsed into bed almost straight away, wondering if she could really cope with another ten weeks of this. If I get to see that sexy President every so often, I think I’ll manage, she thought, her head full of thoughts of Remy as she drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  After two weeks, Ari was finally starting to get used to the internship. She seemed to be Beth’s favorite, and she was always sent off on tasks that Beth apparently didn’t trust the other interns with. Right now it was Tuesday afternoon, and Ari had just returned from a field trip with
the others.

  “Oh, Ari, I need you to go and deliver these to the President,” Beth said, waving a sheaf of papers at her.

  “The… the President?”

  “Are you ever going to stop behaving like a crazy fan-girl whenever anyone mentions him? Yes, the President. These are very important documents that I’m trusting you with. I would do it myself but I’m very busy at the moment.”

  “Shouldn’t I just leave them with his assistant or secretary?”

  “Normally, yes, but he isn’t near his office at the moment.”

  Beth gave her directions, and Ari took the papers and scurried away. On her way to the office where the President apparently was, she passed Damien Xavier. His thin lips curled up in a smile when he saw her, but the smile didn’t reach his cold green eyes. Ari shuddered and turned a corner. When she arrived at the right door, she came across the President’s two Secret Service agents.

  “Oh, hello. I need to get these papers to President Armstrong,” she said.

  “Take them to his secretary. He’s busy in a meeting with Mr. Xavier at the moment,” one of them replied tersely.

  “I was told to bring them straight here. And… I just saw Mr. Xavier heading down the hallway, walking away from here.”

  She eyed the men suspiciously, and the one who had spoken looked taken-aback for a second.

  “Sorry. I meant to say, he was just in a meeting with Mr. Xavier. Now, he’s being fitted for some new suits, so no one can go in there.”

  “But my supervisor said that I need to give him these directly. She said they’re really important.”

  Both agents ignored her and looked ahead with impassioned expressions on their faces, and Ari stalked away. Suddenly, a daring thought occurred to her. Back when she was a child, her parents had brought her on a tour of the White House, and they had been shown through this exact part. The tour guide had shown them a secret door, built by a previous President with a sense of humor. It was hidden by a fake bookcase, and Ari was fairly certain that she knew where it was. If she was right, the door was in the room directly next to where the President was being fitted for suits.

  I really want to see him shirtless. This’d be the perfect opportunity. She willed herself to do it, and looked around to make sure that no one was looking at her. Satisfied that she wasn’t being noticed by anyone, she stepped into the room and was happy to find it empty.

  Okay, that must be the shelf over there. Please tell me that I remembered this correctly.

  She walked over to a large wooden shelf that was filled with old books, and looked closely at the side of it. There it is. I just have to slowly pull the shelf away and it will open the door.

  Ari very carefully pulled on the shelf-door, making sure that it only opened a tiny bit; enough to see into the next room, but not enough to be obvious. There he is. Remy was standing in the room, and it sounded like he was having a heated conversation with someone. Ari couldn’t see anyone else with him, and then realized that he was talking on a cell phone. He was alone in the room, and certainly not being fitted for new clothing. Hanging up the phone, he threw it to the floor and glared down at it.

  A minute later, Ari couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Remy was there one second, and the next, there was a large grey wolf in the room, tearing and pawing at a pile of papers. As the creature’s claws shredded the documents, she saw its eyes. They were a pale amber color, and Ari’s hand flew to her mouth as she gasped.

  Suddenly, the wolf turned, sniffing the air and looking in her direction. It heard me. Shit. She quickly pushed the door shut, and then turned and ran out of the room. She didn’t stop running until she was back in her usual office. What the hell was that? The President was there one second, and suddenly he turned into…. No, it can’t be.

  “Ari, did you deliver those documents?” Beth asked.

  “Oh, no, the Secret Service agents wouldn’t let me in,” she replied, still out of breath from the sudden dash away from whatever she had seen in that room.

  Beth sighed.

  “I’ll go do it myself, then. You have to learn to be more assertive. Oh, and while I love the long, tousled look, I think your hair should be tied up for work.”

  Ari’s hand flew to her head. This morning, she had done her long wavy blonde hair up in a chignon, using two bobby pins to secure it. Right now, however, her hair was hanging loose over her shoulders. Oh no. She realized that the bobby pins must have come loose when she had jerked away from the shelf and started to run. Not wanting to retrace her steps just yet, she hoped that the creature hadn’t found the pins. What if it saw me and knows they are mine, or something like that?

  ***

  Once she had returned home that evening, she told Marco about her experience in hushed tones.

  “Seriously, Marco, I think the President is… a werewolf.”

  “Right, and I’m a vampire,” he said, laughing.

  “I’m not joking. I really saw it. He was there one second, and suddenly he was a big grey wolf. His eyes weren’t even blue anymore. They were yellow!”

  “Uh-huh. I totally believe you,” Marco replied, playfully swatting her on the arm. “Look, this internship has been keeping you very busy, and you’re probably just stressed out because of it. Maybe the lack of sleep is making you see things that aren’t there.”

  Ari wasn’t entirely convinced. She hadn’t been losing that much sleep, and she was fairly certain that she really had seen a wolf. Although… the idea of the President, or anyone, being a werewolf was pretty ridiculous. She had never been one to believe in supernatural creatures, and she wasn’t about to start now.

  “You know what? You’re right. I must have just been seeing things. Anyway, I’m off to bed,” she said.

  She undressed and put on her favorite pale pink and white satin pajamas. As she lay under the warm blankets, her mind played the events of the day over and over, trying to figure out if she had really seen anything. No, Marco’s right. I was just hallucinating. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she drifted off into a deep sleep.

  ***

  It was still pitch black when something woke Ari up. It sounded like something was in her room, and rubbing her bleary eyes, she half-sat up and looked around. As her gaze fell upon her mirror, she gasped in horror as she saw two amber eyes reflected in it. Before she could scream, a hand clamped down over her mouth, and another pushed her back down onto the bed.

  Her heart raced as she struggled against whoever – or whatever – was holding her down. The amber eyes had disappeared, and all she could see on top of her was the outline of a strong man pinning her to the bed. As her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, she realized who it was. President Remy Armstrong.

  “Are you going to stop struggling?” he asked, his voice an icy whisper.

  Pulling his hand away from her mouth for a minute, he glared down at her. Ari took the opportunity to try to scream, and he clamped his hand back over her face.

  “Don’t bother screaming, my little pin-up girl. No one will hear you,” he murmured, before pulling his hand away again.

  “I have a housemate. He will hear me,” she said. “What are you doing here? Please don’t hurt me!”

  “He isn’t here. My agents took care of that. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to return something to you,” he hissed.

  Releasing her from his grip for a second, he reached into his pocket, and in the moonlight, Ari could see a bobby pin clasped in his left hand.

  “I believe this is yours.”

  “No,” she lied. “That could be anyone’s pin. Did they… hurt Marco?”

  A nasty smile turned the corners of his lips up as shadows danced on his face.

  “They could have. But no, they gave him a reason to leave. He thinks that there is an emergency at his work right now.”

  Placing the bobby pin onto her bedside table, Remy pounced on top of her again and dragged her wrists up above her head before settling his weight on top of her. Up this c
lose, Ari could smell a hint of expensive cologne mixed with sweat, and she felt a treacherous heat beginning to build in her body as he started to grind his hips against hers. She writhed against him, trying to break free of his hold before her body betrayed her any further, but it didn’t work.

  A confusing mixture of primitive emotions flooded through her mind. Even though she was terrified and confused as to what was happening, the heat that was building deep within her core told her that she was also getting excited by this whole experience. Here she was, with the President of the United States pinning her down to her bed and grinding against her… this was like something out of a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. She hadn’t quite decided yet, but she knew that her body was responding to him like crazy.

  “Please, just tell me what you’re doing here,” she whispered.

  He leaned in and silenced her with a rough kiss. His face was lined with stubble, and it grazed her chin as he continued his assault on her mouth, hunting for a way between her lips with his tongue. When she didn’t open her mouth, he nibbled on her lower lip before pulling away and moving his mouth to her neck.

  Ari moaned softly as he nuzzled her throat, and his warm breath caressed her ear as he slid his mouth over to it and murmured.

  “Let’s just say… I have a very keen sense of smell. I remember people’s scents, and when I met you two weeks ago, I knew that yours was a special one. And then, who should I find watching me through a secret door but you? You know what I am now, so I thought I may as well come to you.”

  “I don’t know what you are,” she said breathlessly as she felt goose bumps prickle her skin.

  “Oh, yes, you do.”

  He kissed her again, and she felt as if a bolt of electricity had just burst through her veins. His lips were warm and soft, and felt magical against hers. This time, she opened her mouth to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss as his tongue entwined with hers, exploring her mouth hungrily. Remy slid one hand underneath her back and pulled her closer to him, keeping the other hand up above her head to hold her wrists down.