Dalton, Tymber - Doggy Tales [Doggy Tales] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tymber Dalton Page B

life. He accepted that and was more than prepared to take care of Genna.
    He hadn’t expected to develop feelings for her when he claimed her. She was, technically, still the enemy, even if she was now his mate.
    Never mind, that didn’t change anything. Revenge for pack blood spilled by that fucking asshole took precedent over all else. Especially when the packmate murdered was his cousin and best friend.
    He started the car and drove home.

    * * * *

    It took her most of the morning to finish moving. She made another furniture-shopping run, stopping to get more cash from the safe-deposit box. By evening, she cooked her first meal in her new kitchen.
    Okay, so it was a one-person omelet. It was her kitchen.
    Now that she had time to sit and relax, Genna thought about the previous night’s dream. How could she dream like that again? She’d do it every night, if she had her choice.
    She sipped her chamomile tea. Facing Bruin every day would be a challenge. No doubt his real body matched his dream body. Between her legs, her pussy contracted in a hot and pleasant way at yet another thought of the dream-fucking she’d enjoyed more than any real-life roll in the sack with Lester.
    It was hard to go to sleep despite her exhaustion. She was too excited about starting work the next morning, too hopeful the dream would return.
    Eventually she drifted, but when her alarm clock sounded at seven, she looked at it with disappointment. No dream lover had boinked her brains out, Bruin or otherwise.
    “Well, damn.”
    With a disappointed sigh she showered and dressed for work.

    * * * *

    Genna decided to go in a little early and perhaps miss the worst of the dog crowd. Ivan didn’t greet Genna in the lobby, though Lindsey sat behind her desk already. The large dog could have easily been on the floor at her feet, but Genna didn’t want to risk mentioning his name for fear he’d come say hi.
    “Good morning,” Genna said.
    Lindsey smiled. “Good morning. Mr. Bruin called and said he’s running late this morning, but he left some things on your desk to get you started. You’re to call his cell if you have questions. And if you get stuck, call me and I’ll come up.”
    “Thank you.” Genna raced for the elevators, breathing a sigh of relief when the doors slid closed behind her without her spotting any sign of Ivan. She’d brought her lunch and would hopefully not have to leave her office except for bathroom breaks. Maybe in a few weeks she’d be braver, but for now she wanted to focus on her new job.
    And on not drooling over her hunkster new boss. Or worrying about passing out over a puppy.
    There were several folders spread out on her desk in an orderly arrangement. She sat and read through them. The first was a specific list of several requirements Bruin had about her job. She’d signed a confidentiality agreement the other day, and he emphasized her silence was a requirement to keep her job. She could listen to music as long as it wasn’t disruptive or interfered with answering phones. She could take an hour lunch as well as two half-hour breaks during the day.
    Wow, generous!
    She would be available to him via phone twenty-four seven, three sixty-five for questions or issues, but those instances would most likely be rare. Still, she would receive a corporate cell phone. Travel would be a requirement—paid by the company, of course. Other specifics such as how to answer the phone, how to handle certain calls, it was a dizzying amount of information.
    At the bottom of the first list, he included a handwritten comment.

    I’m sure you’ll do fine, Ms. Pangborn. Relax.

    She smiled at his tidy script. Lester always wrote like a trembling chicken.
    When Bruin arrived around eleven, Genna had read through all the information and familiarized herself with the computer system.
    He carried a Starbucks cup and wore dark sunglasses. Her heart fluttered as her mind briefly conjured the dream.
    “Good morning, Mr.