sexual hints belied an ambitious woman who went wherever power went. Parker knew he would likely have to deal with her even before he dealt with Jamison. She would try to fuck him over in a heartbeat or stab him in the back even quicker.
True, she was sexy -- too sexy --he amended, with the kinds of luscious curves he liked, bountiful breasts and a squeezable ass that made the men in the pack drool. Though her face was nearly cruel in its beauty, he imagined that face twisted in pleasure beneath him sometimes when he jerked off and it never failed to send him instantly over the edge. Even thinking of it now, he thickened in his pants.
Jesus, you're like a boy, he chided himself. Focus. Reluctantly peeling his eyes from Christine's ample tits, he turned his gaze back to his father and the disaster he didn't yet want to face.
CHAPTER FOUR
Charmaine's father broke her heart the next morning before she even finished her breakfast. She crossed the compound to her parents' house as she'd done every Saturday morning since she moved into her own place. Ever the dutiful daughter, she was the only one of their children who'd never skipped out on Saturday breakfast at the parents'.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry , she railed at herself, but scalding tears fell anyway. The pancakes her mother had slid onto her plate, which only a moment ago she couldn't get enough of, suddenly stuck in her throat. "Pop, why wasn't I invited?" She tried to keep her voice from quavering. "You know how important this is to me!"
"Sweetie..." Her mother Crystal's soothing voice began as Charmaine's eyes continued spilling accusingly at her father,. "You know that Council Summits can get... intense."
"Dangerous, is what they are," César grunted.
"No place for a girl?" she shot back. "You can't be serious. This isn't the fifties anymore! Things have changed!"
"No place for my girl," her father growled. "Not this year. Maybe next year."
"You mean when I'm Mated." She crossed her arms. "Pop, we've been through this already. I want to work. I want to help build the company and..." She struggled not to give too much of her plans away, "...serve the pack. How can I do that if I'm just popping out babies?"
Her mother's smile was infuriating rather than reassuring. "It's an important duty, maybe the most important duty of the pack," she wrapped her arms around Charmaine's tense shoulders. "Don't be so quick to dismiss it, sweetie."
César interrupted again, his mouth full of pancakes. Clearly the conversation hadn't impacted his appetite in the least. "It's your most important duty to the family."
"I'm your daughter! Your only daughter, not some brood mare you can just give away to any wolf." Bile rose in her throat and she gripped the edge of the table, steadying herself.
I was sure he would bring me this year. This was the year.
But her father wasn't done twisting the knife. "I have your brothers and enough other men----and women I might add before you start with that 'sexist' crap--in place without putting my daughter on the front line."
"So all the hard work and dedication I gave the company mean nothing , is that what you're saying?" More bitter tears welled in her blue eyes as she shrugged out of her mother's grasp.
"Oh, Char..." Crystal's hands found Charmaine's stiff form again and lovingly smoothed her hair. "You do work hard, honey. We know that and appreciate that. And someday soon you're going to want to channel all that energy into a beautiful family, and then you'll understand this decision."
Charmaine set her fork down carefully and rose with a tight smile to her mother. Without a word she cleared her dishes and kissed both her parents goodbye.
"Maybe next year," her father called down the hall after her as she excused herself to her cottage, turning back to his newspaper before she was even gone.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You've got to let me take
Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy