school at Emory University, preferring to remain close to home. But he and Marcus never lost contact with each other. When Marcus returned to Atlanta to launch his own law firm, Donovan was nothing but supportive. When Marcus decided to expand the practice, after three years of flying solo, Donovan was the first staff attorney he’d hired.
“Where’s Helen?” Marcus asked, belatedly realizing that the fourth member of their party was missing, although her Louis Vuitton purse occupied the chair across from him.
“She stepped outside to take a call from a client,” Donovan answered. “Her phone rang just as she was about to join the bet on whether or not you’d make it here. Wanna know what she thought?”
“Not really.” It was one thing to discuss his exploits with the fellas, but to have another woman speculating about his sex life just didn’t seem right. Especially a woman who worked for him.
“I envy you, Wolf,” Timothy said, reaching into the glass bowl on their table and scooping out a handful of peanuts. “Even before you opened your mouth to speak tonight, you were getting do me looks from practically every woman in the room. You could’ve gone home with any one of those females who lined up to talk to you
Taming the Wolf
afterward.” He shook his head, munching thoughtfully. “You’re a lucky man, boss.”
Chuckling, Marcus signaled the waitress for another round of drinks. It was only then that he remembered Samara telling him she wanted something from him. He wondered if she were just talking dirty… Or had she meant something else?
Whatever it was, he intended to find out what she wanted. And if his so-called luck held up, he and Samara Layton would be lovers before the end of the week.
Chapter Four
I
’m so sorry we won’t be doing business together this year,” lamented Vickie Paige, special events coordinator of Capitol Fun Rentals. “We always look forward to helping FYI with
Founder’s Day. It’s an annual tradition.”
“I know,” Samara said on the other end of the phone. “I was
really hoping we could hold the event this year, but the funds just
aren’t there.”
“I understand. Shoot, I wish I could just let you guys use everything for free.”
Samara smiled. “I know you would if you could, Vickie, and I
appreciate that. But even if I let you do that, there’s no way you
could get away with not charging for a carousel, a moonwalk, a
dunking machine, a couple of helium tanks, several tents—not to
mention the cotton candy, hot dog, nacho, popcorn and snow cone
machines.”
Vickie chuckled. “That is a lot to account for. But what if you
scaled back on a few things? Would that make it more feasible?” Samara sighed heavily. “I thought about that, even crunched
some numbers. But, no, it still wouldn’t work. And Founder’s Day
isn’t just about the carnival. We also hold the annual scholarship
drawing that a lot of teens and parents look forward to. I can’t bear
the thought of telling that no scholarships will be awarded this year.
Call me a coward,” she added ruefully.
“You’re not a coward,” Vickie said quietly. “You’re doing everything you can to save the Institute, and that takes a lot of courage. I
admire you, Samara, and I know I’m not alone.”
“Thank you, Vickie. That really means a lot to me.” Swallowing
past the lump in her throat, Samara glanced down at the checklist
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on her blotter. She still had several more calls to make before the end of the day. “I have to run, Vickie, but I’ll be in touch if anything changes.”
“All right. You hang in there, Samara. Everything’s gonna work out just fine, you’ll see.”
Samara thanked the woman again and hung up the phone, wishing she shared Vickie Paige’s optimism about FYI’s future. But it was hard to remain optimistic with a stack of overdue notices perched on a corner of her desk, and spreadsheet after spreadsheet shouting that they were in the red. To add insult to
“Where’s Helen?” Marcus asked, belatedly realizing that the fourth member of their party was missing, although her Louis Vuitton purse occupied the chair across from him.
“She stepped outside to take a call from a client,” Donovan answered. “Her phone rang just as she was about to join the bet on whether or not you’d make it here. Wanna know what she thought?”
“Not really.” It was one thing to discuss his exploits with the fellas, but to have another woman speculating about his sex life just didn’t seem right. Especially a woman who worked for him.
“I envy you, Wolf,” Timothy said, reaching into the glass bowl on their table and scooping out a handful of peanuts. “Even before you opened your mouth to speak tonight, you were getting do me looks from practically every woman in the room. You could’ve gone home with any one of those females who lined up to talk to you
Taming the Wolf
afterward.” He shook his head, munching thoughtfully. “You’re a lucky man, boss.”
Chuckling, Marcus signaled the waitress for another round of drinks. It was only then that he remembered Samara telling him she wanted something from him. He wondered if she were just talking dirty… Or had she meant something else?
Whatever it was, he intended to find out what she wanted. And if his so-called luck held up, he and Samara Layton would be lovers before the end of the week.
Chapter Four
I
’m so sorry we won’t be doing business together this year,” lamented Vickie Paige, special events coordinator of Capitol Fun Rentals. “We always look forward to helping FYI with
Founder’s Day. It’s an annual tradition.”
“I know,” Samara said on the other end of the phone. “I was
really hoping we could hold the event this year, but the funds just
aren’t there.”
“I understand. Shoot, I wish I could just let you guys use everything for free.”
Samara smiled. “I know you would if you could, Vickie, and I
appreciate that. But even if I let you do that, there’s no way you
could get away with not charging for a carousel, a moonwalk, a
dunking machine, a couple of helium tanks, several tents—not to
mention the cotton candy, hot dog, nacho, popcorn and snow cone
machines.”
Vickie chuckled. “That is a lot to account for. But what if you
scaled back on a few things? Would that make it more feasible?” Samara sighed heavily. “I thought about that, even crunched
some numbers. But, no, it still wouldn’t work. And Founder’s Day
isn’t just about the carnival. We also hold the annual scholarship
drawing that a lot of teens and parents look forward to. I can’t bear
the thought of telling that no scholarships will be awarded this year.
Call me a coward,” she added ruefully.
“You’re not a coward,” Vickie said quietly. “You’re doing everything you can to save the Institute, and that takes a lot of courage. I
admire you, Samara, and I know I’m not alone.”
“Thank you, Vickie. That really means a lot to me.” Swallowing
past the lump in her throat, Samara glanced down at the checklist
42
on her blotter. She still had several more calls to make before the end of the day. “I have to run, Vickie, but I’ll be in touch if anything changes.”
“All right. You hang in there, Samara. Everything’s gonna work out just fine, you’ll see.”
Samara thanked the woman again and hung up the phone, wishing she shared Vickie Paige’s optimism about FYI’s future. But it was hard to remain optimistic with a stack of overdue notices perched on a corner of her desk, and spreadsheet after spreadsheet shouting that they were in the red. To add insult to
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