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Isolated in the luxurious Wolf Cove Hotel in Alaska, Abbi Mitchell is thousands of miles away from her family and friends.
In the hands of a predator. Potentially.
After discovering condemning information about the mercurial man who controls her day-to-day work life and, now, her most intimate private life as well, Abbi's not sure she can continue on with... whateveris going on between her and Henry Wolf. Especially when he's about to be thrown into a fiery media circus ring, and she, along with her reputation, will undoubtedly get dragged into it with him.
But breaking things off with the Big Bad Wolf now likely means losing her job and her summer of freedom, and going back to the farm and her controlling mother.
She's not doing that.
Abbi does have something to hold over Henry's head. If he forces her hand. If she has the guts to do what amounts to blackmail.
But will the all-powerful Henry Wolf concede, or will she finally feel his bite?
That’s when my personal phone starts ringing. The one sitting inside my purse.
I stifle the urge to hiss with panic as I fumble for it, the strap of my purse slipping off my shoulder in the process. It hits the floor with a soft thud. I dive for it, cursing under my breath as I root through the pocket with frantic hands, finding it and flipping the silence button on the side. Hoping the noise will go unnoticed.
I’m still on my knees with my head bowed when the door creaks open wider and Henry’s polished black shoes appear in front of me.
“I’ve gotta go. Call me when you’re in my office and I’ll give you the code to the safe,” Henry demands, his voice unnaturally calm as compared to a moment ago, though no less hostile.
I take my time collecting the few items that spilled from my purse while I decide what to do. What should I say? Do I play dumb? Do I say I just got here? Do I pretend I don’t know a thing, and smile and wait expectantly for him to kiss me?
Tell me to strip?
Tell me to strip?
F*ck me on his desk? In his bed?
Even as appalled as I am with him right now, I’d be lying if I said the thought of having him touch me doesn’t spark heat between my thighs. He’s turned me into some sort of sex deviant. But I can’t just sit here on my knees as if I’m waiting for him to unzip his fly. I finally dare look up, in time to see his hand stretch out in front of him, palm out.
It could be considered a gentlemanly offer, and yet from Henry Wolf I hear the command.
Sliding my fingers over his calloused palm—he must have earned those splitting wood—I ease to my feet. I take a deep, calming breath before I let my gaze climb his firm, hard body, his charcoal designer suit as perfect and out of place in the wilds of Alaska as on any other day, before meeting his eyes. The cold, steely blue in them instantly creates knots in my stomach.
“You have a bad, bad habit of eavesdropping, Abigail,” he whispers.
He knows I hate being called Abigail, but now’s not the time to remind him of that. I clear my throat to avoid sounding weak and fearful. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Liar.” His lip twitches with amusement, but it falls off so quickly. “What exactly did you hear?”
Here’s the moment of truth. Lie and smile, or confront him with what I know. Which is it?