(Santiago’s POV)
“Go without a shirt,” my wolf tells me while I try to pick something to wear for my meeting with Isabella.
“What? It’s a business meeting.”
“She gets flustered when she sees your muscles.”
I roll my eyes. “No.”
I decide on jeans and a crimson red button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to my forearms.
“What is it you are making up to see her this time?” my wolf asks.
“Resource Allocation and an Inventory Audit, and what do you mean by ‘making up’?”
“Three days ago, it was outhouses for the Gammas…something about making sure they were up to code. Before that, it was ironing out uniforms for her Gammas to identify themselves visually when using the passageway, and before that, a new collaboration contract and signing a Non-Disclosure Agreement.”
“What is your point? T
