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🥛🥛You Are My Mate🥛🥛🤗
Chapter One. Confronting Her.
Nathaniel Greystone stood listening to Mrs Pierce, struggling to pay attention to his PA. because his mind was on other things.
He had just returned from a family wedding, one of his younger brothers had at last found his mate and settled down to breed the next generation of Greystones.
Nat should be happy about it, but the main topic of conversation at the wedding seemed to be his own lack of a mate.
Usually there was no rush, or pressure, to find a mate, but when you are pack alpha, it was seen as your duty to breed. “Set a good example” were the words mostly used.
He sighed, the problem was you couldn’t conjure a true mate from thin air, and he had to be sure that he chose the right one, this had always worried him.
Thankfully when he had collared his younger brother Hal, and asked him how he found his mate, he said that he knew as soon as he saw her. There was no second guessing; no doubt
whatsoever that she was the one.
This eased Nat’s mind in some ways, but also convinced him he had not met her yet. Now the only problem was he would have to throw himself into socialising with the opposite sex more than ever, casting a big net, they called it.
Yet Nat had been ready to settle down years ago, and did not relish the thought of so much female attention, and when you were as rich as Nathaniel Greystone, there was always plenty of that.
He had become fed up of loose women who were happy to bed him and then gain bragging rights, so he had abstained from sex for the past year, hoping against hope that he would be lucky and find his true mate.
“So, Mr Greystone,” Mrs Pierce’s voice cut into his musings, “I know you always seem to have a sixth sense for these kind of things, so if you could interview Miss Carter, I would be most grateful.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs Pierce, you say the woman in question provided false information on her CV?” he asked.
“Yes, she said she had the correct qualifications, but when I double checked, she attended the classes, but did not pass any exams, she dropped out.”
Mrs Pierce looked at her boss closely; his mind was not quite back in business mode yet, unusual for Nathaniel Greystone.
“Then why don’t you deal with it? End her trial andbfind someone else, you know I cannot stand liars and cheats.” He tried to keep his annoyance covered.
“Normally I would, but her work has been exemplary, I have yet to hire someone so keen to prove herself,” Mrs Pierce said defensively.
Nat studied Mrs Pierce closely, his PA was both experienced and trusted, and she rarely got emotionally involved.
“But she provided false facts,” he stated.
“Yes, I know. But I would see it as a personal favour if you would speak to her, it would seem such a pity to let someone so hard working and conscientious go,” Miss Pierce insisted.
“Very well, Mrs Pierce, your opinion has always meant a lot to me, if it means so much to you I will speak with her.”
He looked at his watch, it was nearly 5.00pm, he might as well get it over with and if needs be send her home at the end of the day, save
any embarrassment all round. “Where is she?”
“Filing, shall I send her to your office?” Mrs Pierce said heading for the door.
“No, I’ll find her.” He left the office and headed to have a look at her desk first, he had learned you could tell a
great deal about someone by what was, and wasn’t on a desk.
Pausing by the side of her desk he took in the very neat appearance of it, everything tidied away.
This could mean two things, a very private person or one who was trying to hide something. Usually the office workers filled their desks with needless nik naks, not Miss Carter.
His eyes slid over her small bag, zipped up, and then over to the one personal item hidden by the side of her computer. Leaning towards it he saw a smiling boy of about fourteen, hair tousled as though he had been playing outdoors.
Interesting, no picture of a significant other, so she must be a single parent. Tricky, she could need the job for the money, but how committed would she be if the child got sick and needed her at home? Still nothing wrong with strong family instincts.
The picture of the child also told him, Miss Carter must
be a lot older than he had imagined. Having seen enough he headed off to filing.
Walking into the confined space he found a woman crouched down, indeed filing. She didn’t hear him come in and he had a moment to take in her curvaceous body.
The swell of her hips, and the roundness of her bottom. Just right for breeding.
He sighed, he was becoming obsessed with this mating thing, and anyway she was much too old for him. Clearing his throat he made his presence known, he had better get this out of the way, and go and start his woman hunt.
She jumped, turned around briefly and he noted her age, only twenty at the most. Looking startled she rose to her feet, turning towards him.
He watched her lips move, but did not hear a word she said, there was a ringing in his ears, and his vision became clearer, his whole being centring on the woman standing before him.
In that instant he knew she was his mate, there had never been a need to go out and find her, she had come to him.
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Episode 2. I’m not that kind of girl.
She jumped, turned around briefly and he noted her age, only twenty at the most.
Looking startled she rose to her feet, turning towards him. He watched her lips move, but did not hear a word she said, there was a ringing in his ears, and his vision became clearer, his whole being centring on the woman standing before him.
In that instant he knew she was his l mate, there had never been a need to go out and find her, she had come to him.
He smiled, his devastating smile.
In complete contrast to how women usually reacted she looked like an animal trapped by a big bad wolf, if only she knew.
After all the times he had imagined this happening, this was not how he thought it would be. Surely it would be like some old movie, she would know instinctively who he was, and how they were destined to be together and then fling herself into his arms.
Instead she looked for an escape route, only to look even more worried in realising there was none.
“Can I help you?” she asked, this time he heard the words.
She looked at him, expecting something more.
“Sorry,” he said, shaking his head and smiling his winning smile again.
Holding out his hand he introduced himself. “I am Nathaniel Greystone.”
Straight away her manner changed, but still not the reaction he usually got. Instead she became less fearful, and more guarded.
Her body language was enough to tell him that, yes, she had lied, and now wanted to know whether he knew it.
“Nice to meet you, Mr Greystone,” she was appropriately polite.
He wanted to say, “Call me Nat, want to go and make some pups?” but realised that was a little premature.
Instead he said, “Likewise.”
Their hands met and the earth didn’t so much move, but his world shifted a little on its axis.
He wondered if she could feel it too, the slight buzzing in the palm of his hand, the exchange of energy, energy that resonated on the same frequency.
As he watched she definitely seemed to relax, the tension draining from her body.
Now he had to decide how to play it, the strong alpha male, or the laid back bachelor.
His raging beast took over, he was the alpha male, and she needed to know she was his mate.
Knowing she was already on rocky ground he would leverage that, he did not have the time to court her for months, she was going to do his bidding, and enjoy it.
“Miss Carter,” he said, straightening up. “We have found a discrepancy on your application.”
She paled; he could tell she was wavering on how to play her part. “Oh, are you sure? I thought the information was correct.”
“Come now, Miss Carter, we both know that is not true.” He moved in closer, the beast with the scent of its prey
She blushed and fiddled nervously with her hair. “I’m sorry. I simply wanted the opportunity to demonstrate how well I could do the job. With no firm qualifications I have struggled to do anything other than waitressing, and I need a career, Mr Greystone.”
“I have a zero tolerance for people, especially employees, who lie, Miss Carter.” This close to her he had trouble controlling the wolf in him; he wanted to make her kneel before him so he could mount her here and now.
“Again, I can only apologise, I needed the job. I can assure you it’s the first time I have done anything like this,” she said, trying to remain calm.
“And I am supposed to take your word for this?” he asked, confident he could bend her to his will.
She changed tack. “Hasn’t Mrs Pierce been pleased with my work?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact she has. Which is why I am happy to come to some arrangement.” He projected his strong desire onto her, usually women fell into his arms at this point, it was so easy.
“An arrangement?” she repeated. “I am not sure I understand your meaning.”
He moved in close to her, rubbing her arm sensuously with the back of his hand, as it rose up he brushed against the sensitive flesh on the side of her breast.
For a moment he knew he had her, Miss Carter’s pupils dilated and he could hear the beat of her heart as it quickened. Her lips parted and he leaned into to kiss her, deal done, she was his and his life would finally be back on track.
Suddenly she pulled back, stamped on his foot, making
him move. She had a clear exit, and she took it, quickly.
As she disappeared out of the door she said, “I am not that kind of girl, Mr Greystone. I will collect my things and leave.”
He stood stunned, watching her leave. How could that have not worked? He was a very successful business man, a billionaire. Reading people and predicting their behaviour was second nature.
So why, when it was the most important moment in his life, had he got it so wrong?