I now have one more reason to want Mila dead. And while Logan and Jonathan are not as concerned that she even knows him as Jonny Weaver, I am. She upped her flirting after he introduced himself. She’s fixated on him, and I don’t like it. And no, it’s not just because he’s MINE, and I will cut a bitch for trying to get between us.
Knowing who he is, not just to the company but to Bloodmoon, makes him a high-profile target. Then add in finding out she’s from the pack that destroyed his pack. Yeah, so many red flags are waving. At least Logan and Jonathan had plans to monitor her.
I remember Cillian from the war in Sicily. He was with the others from Bloodmoon, looking for his mate. I don’t remember if he found one, but I know he fought well. He didn’t get himself in trouble like that guy, Clement. I wonder what happened to him after he came back to Bloodmoon. Not enough to ask or look for him.
“I’ll also ask Shikoba to impose additional restrictions on Mila’s access to the building. I don’t want her just wandering around.” Jonathan sighed.
“You’ll have to do that to all the interns. She will get suspicious if she’s the only one being restricted.” I pointed out.
“Good point. You realize that means I’ll have to restrict your access too.” Jonathan arched his eyebrow.
“Duh.” I rolled my eyes. “Doesn’t hurt my feelings. Restrict the intern access to floors that directly involve their assignment and to common areas like the lobby, HR, meeting rooms, and the company cafeteria.” I shrugged.
“That sounds fair. Persephone is assigned to you anyways, so it’s not like you are limiting your mate’s access to you.” Logan nodded. “Though for appearance’s sake, you better keep the fucking outside the office.”
I don’t know why I’m blushing. I have dealt with Tie my whole life and, worse yet, André for the last three years. Yet I’m blushing because Alpha Logan told us not to mess around at the office. I guess this feels different. Tie is like the big brother I never had or wanted. And André, well, he’s his own classification. Logan, however, is a stranger.
“Don’t worry, Logan. Unlike you and Aurelia, we can be in the same workspace and not fuck.” Jonathan rolled his eyes. “For example, we made it the whole day with only one slip up of making out when we first realized what we are to each other.”
“Uh-huh. This was only day one. Don’t think you’ve got some will of steel. Even John couldn’t stay stoic and in control in the face of the bond. And you do not have my brother’s self-control.” Logan pointed out.
“We’ll figure it out,” I assured him.
“I hope you do. Because I can’t imagine Shikoba will want to deal with erasing surveillance footage to cover up her boss fucking an intern over doing her actual job.” Logan snickered.
“Okay, I’m lost. Who’s Shikoba? What’s her job if she’s not part of security? And you’re implying she knows who Jonathan is.” I furrowed my brow.
“Shikoba is my assistant. You saw me talking to her before we left the office. She knows who I am minus the whole werewolf part, as she’s human.” Jonathan explained.
“Oh.” I nodded, remembering the woman he was speaking in sign language to.
“So your assistant is deaf or mute?” I asked. “I saw you speaking in sign. Of course, I couldn’t understand any of it. I know Italian sign language to communicate with Amelia, and it’s totally different from your American version.”
“She’s mute. She can talk with a text-to-speech program I designed for her, but what we were discussing was private, so we signed instead.” Jonathan nodded.
“Private?” I arched my eyebrow.
“She was asking me about you. And pretty much told me what Logan just did. Not to fuck around at work because she won’t go around covering up our relationship.” He shrugged. “She’s pretty sure the Kinsley brothers and I are in some cult since I can’t explain why I’m already involved with someone I just met.”
“It must be very complicated to deal with humans daily. The Sicilian packs don’t mingle much with humans unless we travel to a city outside of the pack. We don’t have that back home. And I don’t count the witches as humans as they have magic.” I shrugged.
“It can certainly get complicated. But there are a select few humans that know about werewolves.” Logan nodded.
“By that, he means Aurelia’s parents and her best friend, Alex. Otherwise, all humans that know about us are Adios, and I don’t count hunters like you don’t count witches.” Jonathan chuckled.
“Right. I think Darren mentioned that. Alex Whitland, the bumbling human friend of Luna Aurelia. He’s a dad, right? Does his girlfriend know?” I asked.
“Fuck no,” Logan exclaimed. “My mate can’t stand that bitch. And her name is mud in this pack after she abandoned Alex and their boy Tristan after a month, saying it wasn’t working and she didn’t want to be tied down to a man and a baby.” Logan scoffed.
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