Big Bad Beast
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Look, he immediately began to argue around the precious, precious stick of death he had gripped between his lips. Im not going to sit here and explain why I need this. I . . . I just need this, okay?
Uh-huh.
Since she didnt say anything else, he tried again to get his lighter to work. He shook it a few times, praying there was a little lighter fluid left at the bottom. Finally, he had flame and he brought it close to the cigarette. His mistake was looking again at Dee-Ann. Her expression hadnt changed. She wasnt shaking her head or tsk-tsking him. She wasnt trying to grab the cigarette out of his mouth, or bursting into tears, or telling him how disappointed she was in him. But she wasnt walking away either, or telling him to do as ya like, or pretending he wasnt smoking and getting on with whatever it was she needed to discuss with him.
No. Dee-Ann didnt do any of that. She simply watched, smirked, and waited.
Waited for him to realize he was making a huge mistake.
Although Ric knew all the reasons it was bad to smoke, hed given it up two and half years ago for one reason and one reason onlyit fucked with his taste buds. Something that, as a chef, he couldnt afford. He also knew if he started again now, hed probably never stop. Quitting was too painful a process, too time consuming, and the reason for why hed begun smoking in the first place would never go away. At least not anytime soon.
Hed been fifteen when he started, somehow managing to keep it a secret among scent-prone wolf shifters until, when he was seventeen, his mother found his pack when shed picked up his school jacket to hang it in the closet. He remembered how angry shed been, how hurt, but he knew she kind of understood it, too. At the time, it was the only way Ric had of dealing with his father. The tobacco soothed his nerves, cleared his mind, settled his spirit, and allowed him to make it through nightly dinners with Alder and Wendell. Ric had only stopped when he knew it was putting his cooking career at risk and, more importantly, he was no longer living with his father and brother.
Ric closed the lighter and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.
I hate you, he muttered.
I know. She took the cigarette from his hand. A nonfiltered wolf, I see.
I took whatever Joey at the deli had. I was desperate.
Is this about Wendell?
Hardly. He was rude. Hes lucky Adelle didnt hear him. She would have torn his hair out.
Then its the old wolf. Why was he here?
I have no idea.
Okay then.
It isnt that he was here thats the problem, Dee.
Its his presence on this planet?
Ric finallysmiled. Well . . . yes. Plus some other stuff that I cant get into.
Understood. Were from enemy Packs, so you cant go around telling me your precious enemy Pack secrets.
Now youre making me feel stupid.
Dee chuckled. Not my intent. She glanced back at the door. This doesnt have to do with that scruffy, homeless wolf you had roaming your apartment the other morning?
Hes not homeless . . . anymore. Hes sleeping on the couch of my saucier. And although I doubt Stein has anything to do with what happened today, Im sure my father will use him against me somehow.
His names Stein?
At least its just one name.
She grinned. Look at you trying to sweet talk me.
Ric flinched. Sorry. Unnecessary roughness.
Not where I come from.
Steins my cousin. I hired him to mop the floors and wash dishes.
Whats wrong with that? Youre supposed to watch out for your kin.
Not when your kin has been shoved out of the Pack. And its not like the kid didnt deserve that shove. He did.
She stepped closer. How bad could this get for you?
That depends. If Stein never screws up again, takes this opportunity to become the best chef that has ever walked the earth, and he manages to make this world a better place for everyone throughout the universe maybe my father will let this go before hes on his deathbed. If the kid screws up even once . . . Ric shrugged. Well, Ive always wanted to open up a little bistro in Soho. Now this could be my chance.
Seems a lot of trouble to let a kid wash dishes.
He needs the work, Dee. Really needs it. And from what I can tell, he cant drop any lower at this point. Not without some real effort. I cant just turn him away. I at least have to give him one more chance to ruin everything for both of us.
Now see? she asked and Ric realized that they were so close that all Ric had to do was lean in another inch or so and hed be kissing her. What am I supposed to do with a wolf thats just so dang nice?
Get naked with me in the office? General manager wont be in for a couple of hours.
You have no idea how much I really want to, but I cant. I only came here to give you a heads-up what Ive got going on tonight with Desiree and Malone.
You and your damn work ethic.
Its a flaw. I know. She petted his cheek, stepping into him until their bodies were flush. You gonna be all right?
Uh-huh.
Since she didnt say anything else, he tried again to get his lighter to work. He shook it a few times, praying there was a little lighter fluid left at the bottom. Finally, he had flame and he brought it close to the cigarette. His mistake was looking again at Dee-Ann. Her expression hadnt changed. She wasnt shaking her head or tsk-tsking him. She wasnt trying to grab the cigarette out of his mouth, or bursting into tears, or telling him how disappointed she was in him. But she wasnt walking away either, or telling him to do as ya like, or pretending he wasnt smoking and getting on with whatever it was she needed to discuss with him.
No. Dee-Ann didnt do any of that. She simply watched, smirked, and waited.
Waited for him to realize he was making a huge mistake.
Although Ric knew all the reasons it was bad to smoke, hed given it up two and half years ago for one reason and one reason onlyit fucked with his taste buds. Something that, as a chef, he couldnt afford. He also knew if he started again now, hed probably never stop. Quitting was too painful a process, too time consuming, and the reason for why hed begun smoking in the first place would never go away. At least not anytime soon.
Hed been fifteen when he started, somehow managing to keep it a secret among scent-prone wolf shifters until, when he was seventeen, his mother found his pack when shed picked up his school jacket to hang it in the closet. He remembered how angry shed been, how hurt, but he knew she kind of understood it, too. At the time, it was the only way Ric had of dealing with his father. The tobacco soothed his nerves, cleared his mind, settled his spirit, and allowed him to make it through nightly dinners with Alder and Wendell. Ric had only stopped when he knew it was putting his cooking career at risk and, more importantly, he was no longer living with his father and brother.
Ric closed the lighter and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.
I hate you, he muttered.
I know. She took the cigarette from his hand. A nonfiltered wolf, I see.
I took whatever Joey at the deli had. I was desperate.
Is this about Wendell?
Hardly. He was rude. Hes lucky Adelle didnt hear him. She would have torn his hair out.
Then its the old wolf. Why was he here?
I have no idea.
Okay then.
It isnt that he was here thats the problem, Dee.
Its his presence on this planet?
Ric finallysmiled. Well . . . yes. Plus some other stuff that I cant get into.
Understood. Were from enemy Packs, so you cant go around telling me your precious enemy Pack secrets.
Now youre making me feel stupid.
Dee chuckled. Not my intent. She glanced back at the door. This doesnt have to do with that scruffy, homeless wolf you had roaming your apartment the other morning?
Hes not homeless . . . anymore. Hes sleeping on the couch of my saucier. And although I doubt Stein has anything to do with what happened today, Im sure my father will use him against me somehow.
His names Stein?
At least its just one name.
She grinned. Look at you trying to sweet talk me.
Ric flinched. Sorry. Unnecessary roughness.
Not where I come from.
Steins my cousin. I hired him to mop the floors and wash dishes.
Whats wrong with that? Youre supposed to watch out for your kin.
Not when your kin has been shoved out of the Pack. And its not like the kid didnt deserve that shove. He did.
She stepped closer. How bad could this get for you?
That depends. If Stein never screws up again, takes this opportunity to become the best chef that has ever walked the earth, and he manages to make this world a better place for everyone throughout the universe maybe my father will let this go before hes on his deathbed. If the kid screws up even once . . . Ric shrugged. Well, Ive always wanted to open up a little bistro in Soho. Now this could be my chance.
Seems a lot of trouble to let a kid wash dishes.
He needs the work, Dee. Really needs it. And from what I can tell, he cant drop any lower at this point. Not without some real effort. I cant just turn him away. I at least have to give him one more chance to ruin everything for both of us.
Now see? she asked and Ric realized that they were so close that all Ric had to do was lean in another inch or so and hed be kissing her. What am I supposed to do with a wolf thats just so dang nice?
Get naked with me in the office? General manager wont be in for a couple of hours.
You have no idea how much I really want to, but I cant. I only came here to give you a heads-up what Ive got going on tonight with Desiree and Malone.
You and your damn work ethic.
Its a flaw. I know. She petted his cheek, stepping into him until their bodies were flush. You gonna be all right?
