Meeting
“The noon appointment is here, sir..”
Sloan shook his head, waving his assistant away, “Let them in.”
“Should I,-”
“If they haven’t been run-through yet then don’t send them in to me,” Sloan said, finally glancing up from his paperwork, “Is there anything else?”
Patty smiled, “Nothing, sir. I will send her in shortly.”
“Her? I thought this was a male candidate?”
“Does it matter?”
“If I want,-”
“Oh, alpha..” Patty rolled her eyes, “I get more shit done around here than you men do.”
Closing the door behind her, Sloan looked over at his men who were also awaiting the new hire. They could never be too careful if someone was infiltrating their pack or not.
“Miss Chloe Dawson, sir,” Patty said, reentering the office, followed by a short, curvy brunette with big-rimmed glasses and a stack of papers. Her skirt was a tad wrinkled, but her shirt was neat and tucked in. A cardigan—probably her mother’s, Sloan thought—accented her olive complexion. She wore black flats—new.
Her big brown eyes darted around the room curiously and then settled in on Sloan’s.
“Hi..” she said, quietly, “I’m Chloe,-”
Sloan settled back in his chair, eyeing the woman up and down, “Chloe Dawson...right out of college, I presume?”
“Yes, sir..”
“Have a seat,” Sloan said, standing like the gentleman he was taught to be, “Pay no mind to my men. They will be a part of your team.”
Chloe smiled and settled in, careful not to let her skirt ride up.
Patty took her leave, winking at Chloe before she left.
“So, let’s get right to it,” Sloan clapped his hands together, “This is Tom, Pat, and Bill. They won’t bite. You have no experience in this field yet?”
“Like you said, fresh out of college,” Chloe smiled, “Actually, I have an entire portfolio if you’d like to see it.”
“I would.”
Chloe handed over her folders as Sloan looked through them.
“My God...what a man...” Chloe thought to herself as he looked at the large, muscled machine sitting behind the desk. His green eyes and dark hair were perfection—the tattoos he was trying to hide made her curious to check out what was underneath his suit, “I could eat him alive. I wonder what he is capable of doing to a woman in the bedroom? I haven’t had sex in years..”
Sloan stopped skimming the pages—his heart racing, hands gripping the folders.
“Miss Dawson, I need you to tell me a little bit about yourself,” he said, finally getting the nerve to stare up at the woman before him, “Anything you want me to know. Jobs before this—experience..I’d like to hear it from you.”
He set the papers in his lap—his erection all too evident if he stood up.
He’d heard her thoughts.
He was sure she wasn’t a wolf—and he could only link his mate if they were not a part of his pack.
“What is it, Sloan?” Pat linked, “You look off?”
“I need the three of you to get the fuck out.”
“What?”
“She’s my Luna.”
