Zane sat in his spacious office with a bunch of documents in front of him. He had been sitting there for hours, yet he had barely gone through a couple of pages in front of him as his mind kept on drifting off to Tahra.
He couldn't stop thinking about her and more, he worried that something bad could have happened to her, seeing as how Arshe completely ignored his email without sending a suitable response.
Yet, regardless of how he felt, he couldn't bring himself to head there to see her mostly because of the way things had gone at their last meeting.
'I can't imagine how pissed she still is!' Zane thought, even as he thought hard about what he could possibly do to get her to see just how much he cared.
"I fucked up! I know that now!" He mumbled to himself flinging the papers he held in his hand back down on the table in front of him with a largely aggressive expression on his face, as he glared at it.
Pissed off at how much work he still needed to do concerning the pack and how he would rather be on the road driving to see Tahra instead.
But his mind was still a couple of miles far away from reality when he suddenly heard a knock on his office door.
It was soft and unfamiliar, so much so that without his superb hearing he would have completely missed it.
Zane was still wondering who it was when the person at the door gained more confidence knocking again with more force, enough to have Zane revert to the commanding and authoritative image of the Alpha he had to be.
"Come in!" He barked out in a snappish tone, one that held little to no patience for whosoever felt the need to disturb him after he had given precise orders not to be disturbed.
He didn't have to wait long before he saw his new secretary, "Maeve" walk in with a cup and a small tray in her hand.
Closing the door tightly behind her, before striding forward with much more confidence than when she had knocked on the door.
She wore a white top that hung low enough for him to see most of her boobs if she so much as tilted her body down and the skirt she wore was tight enough to show every curve of her waist.
"Maeve!" Zane called her name, staring right at her face without seeing the need to look elsewhere.
"I thought I told you that I didn't want to be disturbed!" Zane said, allowing a trace of annoyance to leak out as he spoke, slightly surprised to see Maeve pretend to be blind and not see it as she beamed at him, smiling from ear to ear.
Every part of her face looked refined and even her hair looked flawless as she walked over to him, swaying her body as she did.
'I made sure not to wear any bra. My boobs should jiggle even more' Meave thought to herself.
She had only been working with Zane for two days, one of which she hadn't seen him but from the little she had seen of him, she was confident that he would send her out but he wouldn't hurt her.
"Alpha Zane! It's been four hours and I've not seen you step out of your office. As your secretary its my job to take care of you,"
"I brought tea!" Maeve continued in a soft tone as she moved closer to the huge table Zane sat in front of, bending her torso to place the tea on top of table, while making sure that her boobs were completely visible under the white shirt she wore.
'I don't even need you to love me! I just want you to fuck me!' Maeve thought to herself, confident that the tea was more than enough to get the work done.
"The tea should help until you're ready to eat!" Maeve kindly told him, about to turn around to leave.
Already imagining what would happen fifteen minutes later when she came back to pick the cup.
Maeve could barely wait as her eyes brightened from the excitement of it but that was until she heard Zane speak.
"Thanks but I don't need it! You can take the cup back" shattering her imaginative thoughts into smithereens.
"Wh-what?"
"I'd also prefer that you never disturb me while I'm working ever again! Your father might have pulled some strings to have you be here after my secretary's accident but your office is outside. You're never to knock to see me unless I demand it!" Zane continued speaking setting some ground rules, unbothered even as it seemed like she was on the verge of tears.
"I-I was trying to-to--"
"...and I'm just setting some necessary boundaries," Zane replied, picking up the papers in front of him and staring at them without looking up to look at her. Expecting her to leave without having to say so.
He heard a few loud sniffles as she picked up the cup and bowed before heading back out the door but again Zane didn't care.
'If I didn't know what her father was capable of, and how she had been the one to spread those rumors, I really would have let my guard down!' Zane thought to himself, pissed beyond words but still needing to keep an expression of composure.
'I need to pretend that I'm not too averse to her. I can be cold but not hateful,' Knowing that Maeve was someone he intended to use to get all the secrets of her father Joe.
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Maeve had just closed the door behind her when the expression on her face became completely icy, as she wiped the drops of tears that clung to her eyes.
She didn't think it would be easy but she also didn't think it would be so difficult, wondering what she could have done wrong but wasn't aware of.
'Did he by chance find out that I've been--'
"No! He couldn't!" Maeve mumbled under her breath as she made her way to her office which was right outside Zane's own, without any doors, since she was the first person people saw when they came to see Zane.
She had just dropped the cup of tea on her table, moving behind it to take a seat when she frowned heavily at the cup, considering how much she had spent just to get such a powerful aphrodisiac.
Maeve was still glaring at the innocent cup when she suddenly heard footsteps raising her head up to see the last person she wanted to see at such a moment.
"DREY" who walked in casually with his hands in his pockets almost like he owned the place.