Wild and Blood Thirsty

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

He shrugged his shoulders, hoping that he would run into her again as he headed towards his morning meeting. At least Owen wouldn’t be pissed at him now. The bloodsucker was always on his case about something. This time, it was about getting rid of their newest plaything. The girl they had been seeing, Nikki, was getting too attached for his liking.

He hated when that happened, sure he enjoyed sharing lovers with his best friend and he couldn’t imagine not doing everything with him and that included sharing lovers, sharing businesses. Granted, he had his own little things on the side. But the important stuff was shared with his mate.

The tall, sleek building came into view. Collins and Walker Pharmaceuticals was a well-known company. They worked on vaccines and getting them to third world countries; they were involved in a lot of charity work. It was a company that he was proud to be a part of; he smiled as he got closer, not really paying attention to what was going on around him because he could smell her again, her sweet scent making him feel high. He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply when he bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She said to him. Her voice was light and made him feel happy just hearing it. “I was just looking at my phone making sure I’m in the right place and I wasn’t sure. So I was just double-checking. Sorry, I’m babbling.” She went quiet, smiling shyly at him.

“No problem, kitten.” He said, his voice low and deep, “Are you new here?”

“Yes, well maybe. I hope so,” she answered, pushing her phone into her bag. “I’ve got an interview here today and I really hope it goes well.” She smoothed her hair back as she looked up at him.

He stared into her eyes; he had never seen such blue eyes before in his life. They reminded of the clear ocean waters he had seen as a child. She was looking at him strangely. He must have been quiet for too long as he drank her in.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, kitten. I’ve got a good feeling about today.” He smiled at her, moving towards the door and holding it open for her.

Abby nodded her thanks to him as she went inside. She looked around at the sleek, modern interior. Everything looked so nice and bright, the gleaming silver metal and polished marble floors. Looking around at all the men and women in their expensive-looking business suits, she suddenly felt very underdressed.

The man that had held the door open smiled at her as he pointed her towards the receptionist’s desk. She smiled at him, taking in his jeans and black t-shirt. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing here.

She greeted the receptionist, “Hi I’m Abby Jones. I’m here for an interview.” She said, giving the woman a bright smile.

The receptionist looked up from the computer screen, her eyes immediately brightening up as they laid on the man beside Abby.

She looked back at Abby, “Interviews are taking place on floor two, the elevators are right over there.” She said, pointing to the other end of the lavish lobby.

Abby nodded her thanks at the woman and smiled at the dark-haired man, curious as to why he was still beside her. She wondered if he was also here for the interviews.

“Good morning, sir,” the receptionist said in a breathy voice. Abby rolled her eyes as she turned to head towards the elevators. It must have been because he was handsome.

Which he was, dark hair with a bit of a wave, as if he had just run his fingers through it. He was muscular and tall. She was five foot six inches, but he easily towered over her, and his eyes. They were green, like fresh plants sprouting in the spring.

But still bad customer service was so not cool. The receptionist was the first person most people talked to when they came in and it left a sour taste in her mouth at being brushed off like that.

Abby looked down as she walked to the elevator. When she got to the panel at the wall, she raised her hand to press the button when a rough, calloused hand brushed against hers, pressing the button for her. She glanced over, seeing it was the man still beside her. She wondered why he didn’t stay to flirt with the receptionist.

“Are you interviewing here as well?” She asked, making small talk as they waited for the elevator.

“Something like that,” he smirked as he watched her. “I’ve got a meeting.” He said as he placed his arm in the open elevator, leading her in, his hand resting on the small of her back.

“Oh, do you work here?” She asked, walking into the elevator. He stood close to her, much closer than she was used to. She could smell the clean scent of his cologne, the smell of spearmint and rosemary tickling her senses.