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Rebecca hurried down a hallway, cursing the whole time. Why did she think she could have slept in for another 5 minutes? Every time she tried, she inevitably wound up sleeping for 30, making her late for work. And it just so happened that there was another accident on the road to work, making her even later than usual. Of course, to top it off, her boss had asked her to report to her office as soon as possible for some big news.
Ugh. Not good. Dr. Baxter, the head of the anthropology department was a pompous old man who not-so-secretly thought that academics should still be in the hands of males only. But was it really her fault that it was her sister’s birthday last night, and she had to take as many shots as she did? Rebecca felt another wave of nausea wash over her as she smelled a fog of Sambuca around herself. She must have spilt some on her hair last night. There just hadn’t been any time to shower.
Hurriedly, she pressed onward, rounding the last corner to Dr. Baxter’s office. She wondered just what he wanted. After all, Rebecca’s focus, the study of werewolf society, was not well received by the populace. Most people were terrified of them, and a majority of governments relegated the werewolves to certain areas which they were allowed to inhabit. Despite her best efforts, Rebecca had yet to be invited to those areas to study them.
No sense prolonging the inevitable, she thought. Dr. Baxter hated people who were late. With a heavy sigh, she pushed the door open. Dr. Baxter was at his desk, speaking on the phone. As soon as he saw her, he waved her in and hung up.
“Dr. Dunn, so glad you could meet with me today.”
The disapproval he had of her appearance was vivid in every word. Rebecca had been so busy lately, she just didn’t have the time to hit up the dry cleaner’s just yet, and so she wore a black shirt (hoping the wrinkles would be less obvious), and a pair of plain khaki slacks. She had an incredibly curvy body, which made it difficult to maintain an air of modesty and professionalism required in the academic field. She made do by dressing as conservatively as possible, coming off dowdy for the most part. It was better than being trashy, she supposed, but sometimes she wished she could look at little sharper. Like now.
For they were not alone in the office. There was someone else sitting in one of the big wingback chairs, and he stood up now to greet her. He was tall and well groomed, dressed in a charcoal suit that set off the blue in his eyes. She could tell that he was quite fit under his tailored clothing, and the tan indicated a life led outdoors. There was something mysterious about his facial features, something regal that she couldn’t place about it. Immediately she blushed as she realized how hard she was staring at him. He was incredibly sexy, but his first impression of her would be that of an alcoholic. Damn it.
“Dr. Dunn, a pleasure,” the handsome man said, reaching out his hand.
She leaned forward, muttering a greeting under her breath. His hand was large and warm, the handshake strong. But as she looked up into his face, she gasped. The blue had changed to gold, reflecting like an animal’s at night. Her mouth dropped. Could it be?
“I see you have found me out,” he said with a laugh. “I am indeed a werewolf.”
Rebecca quickly shut her gaping mouth, looking down at the floor. How could she have been so rude? Dr. Baxter gestured for her to sit, so she moved into the chair, trying hard not to look at the stranger. Now that it was confirmed, she could see it; the way his hair spread across his chest where he had left his shirt unbuttoned, or the canines of his teeth as he smiled. All her life she had studied werewolves and their culture, and yet it took her so long to figure it out!
“Now, I’m sure you are wondering why you have been called here today Dr. Dunn. Mr. Fitzpatrick here has given us at the university an incredible opportunity; a chance to visit his
Ugh. Not good. Dr. Baxter, the head of the anthropology department was a pompous old man who not-so-secretly thought that academics should still be in the hands of males only. But was it really her fault that it was her sister’s birthday last night, and she had to take as many shots as she did? Rebecca felt another wave of nausea wash over her as she smelled a fog of Sambuca around herself. She must have spilt some on her hair last night. There just hadn’t been any time to shower.
Hurriedly, she pressed onward, rounding the last corner to Dr. Baxter’s office. She wondered just what he wanted. After all, Rebecca’s focus, the study of werewolf society, was not well received by the populace. Most people were terrified of them, and a majority of governments relegated the werewolves to certain areas which they were allowed to inhabit. Despite her best efforts, Rebecca had yet to be invited to those areas to study them.
No sense prolonging the inevitable, she thought. Dr. Baxter hated people who were late. With a heavy sigh, she pushed the door open. Dr. Baxter was at his desk, speaking on the phone. As soon as he saw her, he waved her in and hung up.
“Dr. Dunn, so glad you could meet with me today.”
The disapproval he had of her appearance was vivid in every word. Rebecca had been so busy lately, she just didn’t have the time to hit up the dry cleaner’s just yet, and so she wore a black shirt (hoping the wrinkles would be less obvious), and a pair of plain khaki slacks. She had an incredibly curvy body, which made it difficult to maintain an air of modesty and professionalism required in the academic field. She made do by dressing as conservatively as possible, coming off dowdy for the most part. It was better than being trashy, she supposed, but sometimes she wished she could look at little sharper. Like now.
For they were not alone in the office. There was someone else sitting in one of the big wingback chairs, and he stood up now to greet her. He was tall and well groomed, dressed in a charcoal suit that set off the blue in his eyes. She could tell that he was quite fit under his tailored clothing, and the tan indicated a life led outdoors. There was something mysterious about his facial features, something regal that she couldn’t place about it. Immediately she blushed as she realized how hard she was staring at him. He was incredibly sexy, but his first impression of her would be that of an alcoholic. Damn it.
“Dr. Dunn, a pleasure,” the handsome man said, reaching out his hand.
She leaned forward, muttering a greeting under her breath. His hand was large and warm, the handshake strong. But as she looked up into his face, she gasped. The blue had changed to gold, reflecting like an animal’s at night. Her mouth dropped. Could it be?
“I see you have found me out,” he said with a laugh. “I am indeed a werewolf.”
Rebecca quickly shut her gaping mouth, looking down at the floor. How could she have been so rude? Dr. Baxter gestured for her to sit, so she moved into the chair, trying hard not to look at the stranger. Now that it was confirmed, she could see it; the way his hair spread across his chest where he had left his shirt unbuttoned, or the canines of his teeth as he smiled. All her life she had studied werewolves and their culture, and yet it took her so long to figure it out!
“Now, I’m sure you are wondering why you have been called here today Dr. Dunn. Mr. Fitzpatrick here has given us at the university an incredible opportunity; a chance to visit his
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