Billionaire Bear Shifters A Paranormal Romance Complete Series Boxset - Brittany White Page 0,62

and then seduce whichever brother was the most distraught about Eric’s death. Men were so weak when they were sad.

She didn’t answer James’ text. Instead, she finished her smoke. She needed to return to the suite and make plans for the next move. She wasn’t about to give up just because the asshole was saying no.

But first, she needed to go on a run.

James was on the couch, watching football and drinking from a mini-bottle of whiskey when she finally returned late that night. She’d gone on a run and stretched her legs and then shot some random magic out just for the release. She’d accidentally killed a few bobcats and felled more than one tree in the process.

“What happened?” He blinked at her as she walked in and took off her cardigan, tossing it over a chair. She was sweaty and she wanted a drink. She grabbed a bottle of vodka from their mini-bar and poured it into a glass.

“He’s not going for it,” Michelle said darkly.

“Huh.” James scratched his head, still staring blankly at the TV screen. He looked like a big dummy but Michelle knew better.

James knew something.

“What is it?” She sat down in the plush club chair next to the couch and took a swallow of her drink. “You have that look on your face.”

“Oh. Well.” He licked his lips and shrugged sheepishly. “Alright, well don’t fly off the handle-”

“Don’t tell me not to fly off the handle,” she growled under her breath and sat back, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Just…tell me what you know. Is it about Eric Strauss?”

“Yeah…” James cast her a wary glance. “Well, alright. So I saw him with a girl.”

“A girl?” Michelle had run around the woods in her bear form for hours just to work off her rage and now it all came flooding back. Her cheeks burned. “What girl?”

“She’s somebody I saw Eric with,” James said. “Pretty. Brunette. She’s a bear shifter. Looked a little, I dunno, put out. But I saw her go into a private dining room with Eric Strauss. Wasn’t too long after you were supposed to meet with him too. Sure looked like a date to me. She was all done up.”

“He’s got someone else,” Michelle bit out.

She thought about it for a moment. He had rejected her because he was already with someone else. That had to be it.

Abruptly, Michelle sat forward and threw her glass against the wall where it shattered.

“Aw geez. Michelle, now the maid is gonna clean that up. Could get back to Eric-”

“I don’t care!” She shrieked as she bolted to her feet. “I’ll kill him! But, first, I’ll kill her! I’ll kill her and make him watch! I’ll-”

“That’s probably not a good idea,” James grimaced, shrinking back a little into the couch. He always got a bit nervous when she was this angry.

Michelle summoned every ounce of her will power to calm down. Despite the no smoking rule in the suite, she lit herself another cigarette. She shut her eyes, still seeing red, and blew smoke through her nose. “I don’t suppose you got a picture?”

She caught her reflection in a decorative mirror on the wall and sighed.

Her blonde hair, even after the run in the woods, looked sexily tousled. She had flawless bone structure and soft lips and rosy cheeks. She had huge blue eyes that looked deceptively innocent when she batted them. She had great boobs.

How had he rejected her? And for a brunette, she thought bitterly.

“I did get a picture!” James had that tone in his voice like he was desperate to be thought of as helpful.

James also had that tone in his voice like he was particularly worried she was going to change her mind and murder him. A valid fear.

Sometimes when she was alone with James she had to leave the room and take a walk, she wanted to kill him so badly. But that would be stupid. Finding a new toady was harder than it looked.

James whipped out his phone and came up beside her as she sucked on her cigarette.

Michelle narrowed her eyes at the slightly blurry picture of the girl without a name.

She had long, wavy dark hair and she was thin in a smart black cocktail dress and strappy heels. She wasn’t prettier than Michelle, of that Michelle was certain. Really, the girl looked a bit sulky. Her face was a little pinched, her brown eyes a little too big.

“She’s an amateur,” Michelle said. “I can tell. Well,