Axel Wulf: A Romance Crime Action Thriller

Chapter 7

Well! he huffed and he puffed. He puffed and he huffed. And he huffed, huffed, and he puffed, puffed; but he could not blow the house down.

Gwen

As Wulf leans over the table, the scents of sandalwood and coffee drift up my nostrils. His beard has thickened since we met on the beach, and my palms itch to touch it to determine whether it’s rough or soft.

Sexy thoughts never cloud my mind, so I have no idea what to do with them. In the past, I would’ve boxed them up and thrown away the key.

Because of this unhealthy behavior, my shrink’s German accent echoes in my head. “You need to learn to feeeeel, Guineveeeere.”

Unlocking my emotions, I do as she says. Like thunder clouds, they suck up the air’s moisture, and Wulf-porn soaks my lady parts.

The FBI agent’s soft lips part. Gorgeous pale blue orbs stare at me. The dark centers widen, time slows down, and my panties dampen.

Closing my eyes, I squeeze my legs together and clear my throat. “How is Henry? Is he okay?”

“Your friend is in stable condition. More tests will determine if his heart muscle was damaged.”

“And the rest of the team? Are they safe?”

“Underground. They’re moving the lab there.”

“When can I join them?”

Frowning, he shakes his head back and forth, which causes me to jump from my chair. “That’s not fair. I didn”t do anything wrong! I can”t be unemployed. All I did was walk outside on the sand. You can”t take my job away.”

“Not my call, Gwen.”

My name on his lips is an insult. He can’t do this to me. My skill set is so narrow, no one will hire me. Maybe I could teach at a college, but there’s no way they’ll offer me insurance. Farid will lord this over me forever.

‘You’re not a capable woman, Genny. Otherwise, things like this would not happen to you.’ To exorcise my ex’s voice, I clench my fists and dig my nails into my palms. GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU JERK!

I replace his negative crap with new, improved, positive self-talk. Gwen has a brilliant mind. Gwen is an excellent Mom. Gwen will think of some way to escape this mess.

My brows scrunch at the silver hunk who dares to soften his stern mask.

Catching a flicker of pity in his eyes, my inner bitch emerges. “If you take away my livelihood, I will have no choice but to sell what I know to the highest bidder. I won’t allow my daughter to go hungry. Do you understand what I am saying?”

His tone gentles, and his steely demeanor wavers. “You do realize you”re being recorded?”

Of its own volition, my middle finger shoots up in the air. “Fuck you, I”m done talking. I want a lawyer.”

Never trust a deadly and cunning predator. The wolf will always say he’s on your side but lies. The FBI agent will ruin everything if I let him.

I swear to God, I won’t.