Wolf with Benefits
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So why are you here today? Novikov asked her.
She went into the site for the shifter-run airline. She had full access because the owner loved Jackies music and because Toni worked with them so often shed become friends with most of the staff. She didnt use them for everythingthey were unbelievably expensivebut they were great for last-minute arrangements to foreign countries when the entire family was going. So many jackals in one place was pretty much asking for trouble when full-humans were around.
Hoping to get a job for the summer, she replied without looking at him. Looks like my family is staying here for the next few months.
What do you do for a living?
Toni sighed. Babysit.
He grunted at her, and Toni glanced at him. His right leg was bouncing, his fingers were tapping the arms of his chair, and he was staring at the wall. He wasnt bored or annoyed. He was anxious. She knew the signs.
You know what? she said, keeping her voice light. I bet your info is in these files. Ill dig it out, get your schedule all lined up, and you can go and skate or whatever it is you hockey players do to keep in shape. You just give me your fiances info on this Post-it, and Ill take it from there.
I better not.
Its not even noon, Mr. Novikov. You get some practice in and Ill handle everything else. Trust me. Youll get there and shell be surprised and very happy. Ill make it happen.
He leaned back, studied her again. Like I said, the names Bo. And why are you protecting that bobcat?
Im not protecting the idiot. Im protecting the genius. She smiled, shrugged. I guess thats also what I do.
You sure?
You cant get on a flight this wound up. Youll startle the flight attendants . . . a lot of them are cats. You know how thatll end.
Yeah. All right. All right. He took the pen she held out for him and jotted some info on the paper. You dont have to get that tone. Ill be at the training rink if you need
I wont need anything. Go. Now. Work out. Get your head together.
Yeah. Thanks.
He got up, walked out, and Toni went back to work.
After a few seconds the wolf remarked, Ya see? You wait long enough . . . the entertainment comes to you.
CHAPTER SIX
Ulrich Van Holtz disconnected the call, the speaker phone shutting off, and looked over at the two females who had been sitting in his office with him for the last three hours while he was on the phone.
They sounded . . . tense, he remarked about the bosses of the organizations they all workedfor.
Cella Bare Knuckles Malone, his hockey teams head coach and lead contractor for the feline protection agency KZS, had her head resting on her crossed arms on his desk. Its where her head had been the last half-hour of this meeting. I dont know what the fuck theyre expecting, she complained. They act like weve been sitting on our asses the last few months.
Maybe cause your ass has been gettin so large, Dee-Ann, Rics mate, joked.
My ass is perfect, canine. Dont be bitter because you got that flat ass.
Can we have the ass discussion another time? Ric asked, desperate to end the conversation mostly because talking about his mates ass made him horny. That quickly reminded him that hed be leaving the country in a few hours. He didnt want to go. He didnt like being away from Dee-Ann for so long.
Unlike some mates, Ric and Dee-Ann didnt spend unlimited time together. He had several businesses, including the Carnivores, an all-shifter hockey team that he owned and was also goalie and team captain; plus his work as one of the head chefs in the mid-Manhattan five-star and Michelin-starred Van Holtz Steak House; and one of the team leads for his Uncle Vans shifter protection agency, The Group.
Dee-Ann, however, had one job as The Groups top agent. For some it might not seem like she had much to do with her one job. But by God, the woman did that one job to the best of her ability. She actually was home less than Ric. One time she was gone for three days and no one knew where the hell she was. Just when he was beginning to panic, he found her sitting on their couch, watching TV, icing a broken collarbone that was in mid-healing, and enjoying warm cornbread and a tall glass of buttermilk. Ric didnt ask her what shed been up to. Hed quickly learned not to because shed tell him. Everything. Down to the last blood-and-brain-covered detail. That was something Ric really didnt need to hear. He soon came to the realization that the only thing he needed to know about the woman he loved was that whatever she did when she wasnt with him was for the good of their kind.
Still, leaving all this on Dees and Cellas powerful shoulders so that he could go to the Van Holtz family meeting in Germany was not something he really wanted to do.
And then after the meeting in Germany, Ric and his cousinwho, yes, he still called Uncle Van because of their age differenceswould be heading out to the campgrounds in Montana for the last two weeks of the Van Holtz cooking summer camp. That meant Ric would be out of New York for at least a month.
What have we got? he asked, already knowing the answer.
Nothing, both women said in unison.
She went into the site for the shifter-run airline. She had full access because the owner loved Jackies music and because Toni worked with them so often shed become friends with most of the staff. She didnt use them for everythingthey were unbelievably expensivebut they were great for last-minute arrangements to foreign countries when the entire family was going. So many jackals in one place was pretty much asking for trouble when full-humans were around.
Hoping to get a job for the summer, she replied without looking at him. Looks like my family is staying here for the next few months.
What do you do for a living?
Toni sighed. Babysit.
He grunted at her, and Toni glanced at him. His right leg was bouncing, his fingers were tapping the arms of his chair, and he was staring at the wall. He wasnt bored or annoyed. He was anxious. She knew the signs.
You know what? she said, keeping her voice light. I bet your info is in these files. Ill dig it out, get your schedule all lined up, and you can go and skate or whatever it is you hockey players do to keep in shape. You just give me your fiances info on this Post-it, and Ill take it from there.
I better not.
Its not even noon, Mr. Novikov. You get some practice in and Ill handle everything else. Trust me. Youll get there and shell be surprised and very happy. Ill make it happen.
He leaned back, studied her again. Like I said, the names Bo. And why are you protecting that bobcat?
Im not protecting the idiot. Im protecting the genius. She smiled, shrugged. I guess thats also what I do.
You sure?
You cant get on a flight this wound up. Youll startle the flight attendants . . . a lot of them are cats. You know how thatll end.
Yeah. All right. All right. He took the pen she held out for him and jotted some info on the paper. You dont have to get that tone. Ill be at the training rink if you need
I wont need anything. Go. Now. Work out. Get your head together.
Yeah. Thanks.
He got up, walked out, and Toni went back to work.
After a few seconds the wolf remarked, Ya see? You wait long enough . . . the entertainment comes to you.
CHAPTER SIX
Ulrich Van Holtz disconnected the call, the speaker phone shutting off, and looked over at the two females who had been sitting in his office with him for the last three hours while he was on the phone.
They sounded . . . tense, he remarked about the bosses of the organizations they all workedfor.
Cella Bare Knuckles Malone, his hockey teams head coach and lead contractor for the feline protection agency KZS, had her head resting on her crossed arms on his desk. Its where her head had been the last half-hour of this meeting. I dont know what the fuck theyre expecting, she complained. They act like weve been sitting on our asses the last few months.
Maybe cause your ass has been gettin so large, Dee-Ann, Rics mate, joked.
My ass is perfect, canine. Dont be bitter because you got that flat ass.
Can we have the ass discussion another time? Ric asked, desperate to end the conversation mostly because talking about his mates ass made him horny. That quickly reminded him that hed be leaving the country in a few hours. He didnt want to go. He didnt like being away from Dee-Ann for so long.
Unlike some mates, Ric and Dee-Ann didnt spend unlimited time together. He had several businesses, including the Carnivores, an all-shifter hockey team that he owned and was also goalie and team captain; plus his work as one of the head chefs in the mid-Manhattan five-star and Michelin-starred Van Holtz Steak House; and one of the team leads for his Uncle Vans shifter protection agency, The Group.
Dee-Ann, however, had one job as The Groups top agent. For some it might not seem like she had much to do with her one job. But by God, the woman did that one job to the best of her ability. She actually was home less than Ric. One time she was gone for three days and no one knew where the hell she was. Just when he was beginning to panic, he found her sitting on their couch, watching TV, icing a broken collarbone that was in mid-healing, and enjoying warm cornbread and a tall glass of buttermilk. Ric didnt ask her what shed been up to. Hed quickly learned not to because shed tell him. Everything. Down to the last blood-and-brain-covered detail. That was something Ric really didnt need to hear. He soon came to the realization that the only thing he needed to know about the woman he loved was that whatever she did when she wasnt with him was for the good of their kind.
Still, leaving all this on Dees and Cellas powerful shoulders so that he could go to the Van Holtz family meeting in Germany was not something he really wanted to do.
And then after the meeting in Germany, Ric and his cousinwho, yes, he still called Uncle Van because of their age differenceswould be heading out to the campgrounds in Montana for the last two weeks of the Van Holtz cooking summer camp. That meant Ric would be out of New York for at least a month.
What have we got? he asked, already knowing the answer.
Nothing, both women said in unison.
