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The Alpha's Temporary Mate(18)

By:Victoria Davies


Necessity and desperation, she wanted to reply. She was such a fraud.  Who was she to give dating advice when her last real relationship had  been years ago? All these women were looking up to her with stars in  their eyes, when really she was just as lonely as they were.

Not lonely, she denied. Focused on what matters. Fated Match is what's important. Not some emotionally stunted wolf.

"Just be yourself," she said. "I'm sure your matches will find you irresistible."

Her words were greeted by another sunny smile. "Thanks. I'll let you  know if I run into any issues. I can't wait to set up my profile when I  get home."

"Good luck." She watched the excited wolf skip out of her office and  sighed. Chloe knew full well it was a running joke in the agency that  she was usually the starry-eyed optimist. But her fight with Kieran had  left her feeling far more hollow than happy. Wolves, both men and women,  were flocking to the agency under the belief that they could literally  work miracles. If a Fated Match member could snag Kieran Clearwater,  then the impossible really could happen for ordinary people. How else  could a coven-less witch attract one of the elite of their community?

Sighing, she glanced at the registration package and snapped her  fingers. The plastic-wrapped items blinked out of existence. They'd  reappear in the intake box at the processing lab.

Job finished, she left the office and headed for the break room. She  could use a few minutes respite before repeating the speech she'd just  given to the next client.

As soon as she stepped into the room, she realized she hadn't been the only agent with that plan.

"Coffee?" Jessica asked, waving her over. "I just put on a fresh pot."

She smiled in thanks, nodding to the other two women at the small table.  Abbey sat with her head down, resting on folded arms, and Tasha had her  feet kicked up on one of the empty chairs. Chloe filled her cup and  wondered if it would be better to take her liquid jolt back to her  office.

"I know that look," Jessica said. "Sit down."

"Hello to you, too," she replied, taking a seat beside her friend.

"Chloe, girl, you should be paying us extra for today," Tasha said.

"I don't pay you at all."

"Fair point. You should ask Vivian to pay us extra for today."

"You are welcome to try."

Both Tasha and Jessica shuddered. "I'd rather do the rest of the intakes single handed," Jessica replied.

"We only have a couple hours to go," Chloe said. "Not so bad."

"Not even when I started dating Lucian did we get a rush like this," Abbey said, not bothering to lift her head.

"That's because your main squeeze didn't want his vampires joining. Kieran has no control over what other packs do."

The brunette sat up and fixed her with an evil eye. "At least we all  knew what was coming. You didn't even give us a heads up before this mob  descended on us."

"How was I to know what would happen? I only met a few members of Kieran's pack last night."

Abbey rolled her eyes. "Internet, cell phones, emails. You know wolves can't keep a secret."

"Hey," Tasha said.

"Sorry," Abbey said before she turned back to Chloe. "I don't know how  you managed to keep this to yourself for so long in the first place."

"We were careful," Chloe lied.

"I'll get to the bottom of it when I meet him," Jessica promised.

A hissed breath escaped her. "Dammit. I forgot to ask. Sorry, Jessie."

The succubus arched a brow. "Slipped your mind, did it? Wonder what you two did when you got home."

The other women laughed good-naturedly while Chloe's cheeks heated.

"Sunday," Jessica said, blowing on her coffee. "Tell your wolf he can  either make a reservation or I'm showing up on his doorstep."

"Sunday should work," Chloe agreed. At least, for her. She'd have to  talk Kieran into behaving civilly for an evening and not snapping at her  like he'd done last night.                       
       
           



       

His dismissive expression rose in her mind's eye. He'd looked at her  like she was nothing. No one. Minutes after he'd had his tongue in her  mouth. Was she really so dismissible?

"Chloe?" Abbey said.

The concern in her friend's voice had her raising her head. All three of the women watched her with worried expressions.

"What?" she asked.

"It's just … " Tasha started.

"You look sad," Abbey put in.

"You never look sad," Jessica finished.

She forced a smile to her lips. "It's nothing," she assured them. "Just a tiring day."

None of them looked convinced.

"Do we have everything set for our mixer next week?" she asked instead,  changing the topic with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

"Well, we did," Tasha said. "If the intake numbers keep skyrocketing like this we may need to move it to a larger venue."

"I'll mention it to Vivian," Chloe said as she made a mental note. "Abbey, I assume you've roped Lucian into coming?"

"You really think Vivian would let me leave this office without  promising her favorite show pony would be in attendance?" Abbey rolled  her eyes. "She made me clear his schedule months in advance. Melissa and  Tarian will be there, too. Gotta keep our high profile matches in full  view of our clients, after all."

"Which I suppose means you'll be bringing Kieran?" Tasha pointed out.

Chloe blinked. She'd been worried about Kieran meeting Jessica. The idea  of him assisting her at a singles mixer was too ludicrous to imagine,  but there was no denying his absence would raise eyebrows, especially  with their other elite matches showing up. After all, he was supposed to  love her. Lucian loathed prancing around Fated Match parties, but he  did it with a smile because Abbey asked him to. If their relationship  were real, Kieran would do the same.

"He's very busy these days," Chloe hedged.

Abbey snorted. "I'll see your busy and raise you an elder. Lucian  controls all the vamps on the east coast. You know how hard it is to get  him to take a night off?"

"And we appreciate his dedication," Vivian said, breezing into the break  room. "I' m sure Chloe will be able to convince Kieran. Now, ladies,  there's a waiting room full of clients."

"Break over," Jessica muttered.

Chloe downed the last sip of her coffee and set the cup in the sink. She  was about to follow the other three women out when Vivian caught her  arm.

They waited until they were alone before the siren closed the door.

"I take it this charade is live now."

"Yes," Chloe replied. "We met a few of his pack last night."

"And in less than twenty-four hours we have this flood of clients.  Excellent. This might not have been such a bad idea after all. Make sure  Kieran is at the mixer. We need to milk his presence for all it's worth  before he's gone."

Inwardly Chloe winced, but under Vivian's close stare she ensured her facial expression remained cool and calm.

"I'll do my best. He's not an easy man to control."

Vivian waved her hand airily. "Darling, that's why lingerie was  invented. I have faith you can get him there. Now, let's get back to  work and sign as many of these clients as we can before the clock  strikes twelve."

Chloe followed Vivian out, not looking forward to the conversations she'd have to have with Kieran in the near future.



She'd worked late on purpose, but even with the rush of popularity, the  doors of the Fated Match office were eventually closed. With no choice  but to face the music, she returned to Kieran's penthouse. Her own  personal key was nestled in her palm, to be returned upon completion of  the contract, of course.

Outside the door, she paused. What could she expect when she walked  inside? Her mind ran through the options. Stony silence was always a  favorite. Or he could pretend like everything was normal. There was the  possibility he was still angry at her prying. Or maybe he simply didn't  care enough to act any differently, and she was over-thinking  everything.

"Buck up," she told herself. "No one gets the better of a witch."  Rolling her shoulders back, she unlocked the door and stepped into the  beautiful home.

A mouth-watering aroma lingered in the air as she kicked off her heels  by the door. Dropping her purse on the side vanity, she followed the  delicious scent to the kitchen.

Once again, Kieran was cooking. Currently examining something in the  oven, he gave her the perfect vantage point to drink in her fill of him.                       
       
           



       

Not good, she scolded herself. Be professional, aloof. Show him he didn't hurt you.