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absolutely no reason to. It isn’t me.”
     
    He growled again. “What makes you so sure?”
     
    “ Well, I hate doggy-style for one.”
     
    Chuck high-tailed it out the door, and oddly, it made the room seem smaller. Zack was looming over me. He took a step closer and I backed up, ass hitting the security system controls.
     
    “ Then you haven’t done it right. Go outside .” His voice was so seductive my nipples turned to stone.
     
    My throat was dry.
     
    I went.
     
    I walked outside, and with every step, I heard an echo in my brain, a little mantra, ‘I’m not his mate’, ‘I’m not his mate’ and every fifth or sixth step would be overlaid with his comment about not doing it right.
     
    Jesus.
     
    Ten minutes later we were told to come back in. Zack was nowhere in sight. What did that mean? I went back to the office, imagining that everyone’s eyes were on me.
     
    Totally imagining it. For a brief moment I wondered what it might be like to be Zack’s mate. The one person in all the world that was meant for him. My eyes got a little teary eyed and I blamed it on the fluorescent lights. He was hot, charming, a leader, funny , hot , sure he turned furry every now and again. But once a month I was no picnic either.
     
    But I just couldn’t fathom that it was true.
     
    Zack’s door was slightly ajar, so I knocked and heard him tell me to come in. I peeked my head around the door and he was standing next to a little winebar.
     
    “ Brandy? Scotch?” he asked me in a flat voice.
     
    Oh, fuck.
     
    “ Is it to celebrate my lack of matey-ness?”
     
    “ Nope.” He swallowed his back in one huge gulp. I wasn’t offended, I’d drink too if I found out I was my mate.
     
    He poured me a glass of something and prowled towards me, almost proprietarily.
     
    I blushed and almost took a step back, but thought it was a good idea to stay still. Otherwise, he might think I was submissive. Wait, was that actually how it worked?
     
    Holy shit, was he going to treat me like a dog? It didn’t matter, I wasn’t his mate.
     
    “ Hold up, hound dog. So I guess that when I left the building the ‘feeling’ went away?”
     
    “ You got it. The only thing I didn’t understand was how I felt her presence last night even though you weren’t there. But I just made a phone call and guess what I found out? Apparently the house car dropped you off outside the party last night. So you were there, weren’t you?”
     
    “ Yes,” I said, like I was facing the guillotine.
     
    “ Do you want me to explain the joys of doggy style to you or just give you a demonstration?” he said it half-jokingly, but the look in his eyes was dead serious.
     
    I backed up.
     
    “ I’m not your mate! There is another explanation. Down, Kujo.”
     
    “ You yuck it up with those dog jokes but you’re going to pay for each and every one of them.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me flush up against him.
     
    I felt him through my clothes, hard and ready, his hips against mine. It was exciting, frightening, made my legs a little weak and my panties a little damp.
     
    “ How--” I had to breathe and swallow before I could say anything else, “out of curiosity, would I pay?”
     
    “ I’ll show you once I get you out of these clothes.”
     
    And then he kissed me. Softly, like a friendly, nice-to-meet-you-can-I-strip-your-clothes-off-and-bury-myself-inside-you-kind of kiss.
     
    I finally pulled back, but I didn’t want to and hoped that I had been able to convey a yes-you-can-and-why-haven’t-you-done-it-already response when I’d moaned and shoved my tongue into his mouth.
     
    “ What happens if I am your mate? Where do we go from there?” I mumbled, unwilling to allow him to get too far away from me. I kept my arms twined around his neck and looked into his eyes.
     
    “ Station wagon, two kids, the whole deal. And maybe a wolf litter or two.”
     
    That made me feel a little nauseous.