Seducing The Wolf - By Marisa Chenery Page 0,10

mind, you know where to find me. I work just about every day at my Dad's gym."

After Billie was gone, Royce slumped into one of the kitchen chairs. He was in big trouble. Billie may have been a little bit disturbed by his glowing eyes and the growling, but she hadn't exactly run away screaming in fear. Damn if that didn't make him respect her more. A strong female able to stand up to a male werewolf was considered a good mate by his kind. It would seem Billie was more than up to the task even though she was a mortal. Royce let his head fall back and groaned. No matter how hard he fought it, he knew it wouldn't be very long before he went to see Billie. The big question would be how many days he could be keep away.

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Billie arrived at the gym feeling cranky and out of sorts. It had been two days since the debacle that had taken place at Royce's house. She had no idea what was wrong with her. She usually didn't become obsessed with a guy, but she seemed to be obsessing over Royce. He was all she could think about. Much to her shame, she had spent most of her work days watching for him to step through the gym doors. When at the end of the day he still hadn't made a showing, she would be a little more than disappointed. She had really thought he would have come to see her by now. She knew part of the reason why she was so out of sorts stemmed from not being around him, which was pathetic. She could have gone back to his place, but Billie did have her pride.

Then there was the whole glowing eyes thing and the growling Royce had done. She didn't think her eyes and ears were playing tricks on her. She wasn't the type of person to imagine things such as that, even though it was as far away from normal as anyone could get. It figured. She had found a guy that she wanted to be around and he turned out to be some kind of freak.

When she walked past the front desk one of the girls working behind it called out her name. Billie continued walking, but turned to see what she wanted. The girl, who was also on the phone, mouthed that her father wanted to see her. Billie nodded and turned back around.

This was just what she needed. She wasn't in the mood to have a heart-to-heart chat with her father. Her brothers may be overprotective when it came to her, but Tom York was even more so. Billie had lost many a boyfriend when she was growing up because of all the male chest thumping that had gone on in her house. Sometimes it had really sucked being the only female in the house.

Before going to her father's office, Billie made a quick stop over to her desk and locked her purse in one of the desk drawers. On the way she grabbed a cup of coffee. She had a feeling she was going to need a lot of caffeine just to get her through what was turning out to be a bang-up day.

She knocked once on her father's office door, then pushed it open. Her father sat behind his desk talking on the phone. Seeing her, he waved for her to come inside. Billie shut the door behind her, then went and sat down on the chair in front of the large desk. She sipped at her coffee as she silently watched her father. Tom was a large man, a trait all his sons had inherited from him. At almost sixty years of age, his black hair was liberally sprinkled with grey. His body was still well toned, attesting to the number of hours he still spent lifting weights. Even at his age he put some of the younger male members to shame. His grey-blue eyes flicked to her face as he ended his conversation and hung up the phone. Billie braced herself for the barrage of questions that was soon to follow.

Tom sat back in his chair and gave his daughter a hard stare. "What is this I hear about you throwing yourself at a strange man at some nightclub?"

Billie bit back a groan. She was tempted to ask her father which time he was referring to, but thought better of it. That would