The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 61

“Close the door,” I tell her. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

CHAPTER 13

Cassidy

“What’s the small development you mentioned?” I inquire as soon as the door closes. Even from this distance, I can feel the tension coming off him in waves. His black hair is slightly tousled, and his dark eyes have an unmistakable flare in them.

Something must’ve happened for him to call for me one hour before our agreed time.

“Do you want a drink?” Graham asks, going straight for the liquor cabinet.

I want to remind him that I have a job, and I can’t get drunk in the middle of the day, but then again, something about his body language alerts me not to say the wrong thing.

He looks like he’s about to throw something at the wall. Instead of pissing him off, I decide to give him time to unwind.

“Vodka,” I say. “But very, very watered down.”

Graham raises a brow and smirks. He sets a bottle on the table in front of him. “Very watered down? How do you expect to get tipsy on such water, my dear Cassidy?”

“By drinking one sip every minute,” I respond. “That way, it can’t affect my head.”

Graham lets out a rare laugh. “Interesting logic.”

I smile. “In a normal situation, I would say that it isn’t good to develop a bad habit of drinking during office hours, but for now, this stuff has a certain clarity that helps take the edge off.”

“I think my wolf craves an entirely different activity to clear my head,” he mutters under his breath, looking directly into my eyes.

Shit. I know exactly where this is going.

With a single glass and a large bottle of vodka, Graham makes his way to his sitting area and places them both on the table before motioning for me to take a seat.

I move a little closer to the couch but stay a solid distance from him. There’s a powerful energy radiating off him. It’s so strong that even my human senses can tell something’s different.

He pours a shot and passes it over to me. “Drink it in one gulp.”

I raise a brow at his command, but the wolf-shifter gives me an unwavering look.

“For every drink I do, you give me one truth,” I challenge.

His eyes light up.

For a second, I can see a deep hunger ignite within him. He doesn’t utter a word, doesn’t move, but that fire burns with a steady smolder behind his hooded gaze.

With a gulp, I swallow my shot, hoping it will extinguish the flame that has started to flicker inside me.

He pours a second drink.

“What do you want to know?” he asks, sounding almost cautious. I can’t tell if it’s the upcoming question that put him on edge or if it’s something else entirely.

“Why are you trying to seduce me again?” I ask before I can stop myself. The drink has clearly gone straight into my head.

Graham smirks. “Because I need a release. Our night together gave me exactly that. This job is making me crazy, and if I don’t blow off some steam soon, I’m going to do something stupid myself.”

With that, he hands me a second drink. I comply with a few cheers before I place my glass on the table, satisfied that my curiosity has been at least partly sated. I make a mental note to not speak without thinking carefully about my next question. I know that he’ll use everything against me, and I can’t let that happen.

The air between us feels charged. With this, we aren’t just playing a fun game of sex and flirting, but it’s deepened by the seriousness of everything that surrounds us. Every second, I’m running into walls of mystery about his real motives and inner powers.

“This time,” he continues, “it’s my turn to ask the question.”