Strictly Professional

By Fel Fern

Warren's nursing a broken heart. His ex left him after finding out Warren's sterile. An Omega who can't get pregnant is useless. Hooking up with a hot and sexy Alpha werewolf at a bar seemed like a terrific way to forget his problems—until Warren wakes up the next morning and realizes Jason's his potential employer. Warren knows he can't screw this up but he can't keep ignoring the heat between them.

Jason's life is a mess. His ex dumped their three-year-old daughter on him and Jason's not cut out for fatherhood. Jason might've left the army but his old ghosts continue to haunt him. He needs a manny to take care of his kid but when his hook-up appears on his doorstep, Jason's stumped. He hires Warren but it's not easy keeping their relationship strictly professional. His wolf, his heart knows what it wants. Warren might just be the answer to all his prayers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fel Fern
• Release date: Feb 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393911302

Book preview

Warren

What’s a good little Omega like you doing in a dump like this? A deep and rough voice asked.

Warren Norton sure hoped the guy who hit on him looked as sexy as he sounded. He finished his beer, choked down the awful taste to confront the man who took the empty seat next to him at the bar. 

One look and his brain short-circuited. Warren suddenly had trouble forming complete sentences. Words. 

He noticed this hottie walk in the bar fifteen minutes ago. Everyone did. Alpha. His skin tingled. The wolf that shared Warren’s skin wanted to roll over, present its belly in offering to the six-foot-plus titan who looked at him up and down.

The Alpha could be in his thirties but the silver streaks in his black hair told Warren the guy might be older. 

That was why he was in this joint in the first place. The bar wasn’t called Pick-up Mates for no reason. 

The stranger possessed eyes so blue they reminded Warren of a clear summer sky. Those blazing eyes seemed shot with gold now.

The Alpha’s wolf was peeking out a little. Warren could tell it was a hell of a monster. The guy also had muscle everywhere he could see. Warren bet if he lifted the guy’s shirt, he’d see a six, no eight pack. 

His skin felt fever-hot.

Oh yeah. Warren wanted this hottie.

Very much.

Tongue-tied? The Alpha asked.

Warren shook his head. I’m here for a reason.

He nodded to the people in the room. They were all young guys like him in their twenties, all starving for the affection of an older, experienced man. Except this one seemed bad as they come. 

Jason, the Alpha said, extending a hand. 

Surprised, he shook it. Warren. 

No last names. Right. Coming here was exactly what Warren needed. Going to a bar frequented by older guys targeting younger ones wasn’t a cure for heartache.

His best friend Luke told him that repeatedly the other day. He didn’t mind. 

If placing a tiny bandaid over his heart worked for a night, then why not? 

Warren wanted to lose himself to a stranger. Be wild. Jason was right. Warren was a good boy. He’d been an obedient son, a diligent student.

Now he was a responsible adult. Warren was sick of being good. He wanted to try being wild for a change. Different. 

Jason’s handshake was firm. Warren could feel calluses under those warm and big fingers. He let out a gasp as Jason pulled him forward. Warren was out of his seat in moments and practically slid into Jason’s lap. 

Tell me what you want. What are you looking for tonight, Warren? Jason whispered the question in his ear.

You. Warren had never been good at being witty so he said the first word that came to mind. 

Jason curved his lips upwards and Warren thought he saw the devil in that smile. 

His heart thumped fast. His breathing came short. Jason closed one hand on the back of his neck and took his mouth. Took, not kiss. This man, this Alpha didn’t, couldn’t do gentle. Warren knew that. 

Hell. Warren loved that about him, this stranger Warren wanted to do all sorts of crazy things with. He wanted to give his all. 

Why not? Warren loved one man, gave him everything, even five years of his life and what did that asshole do? He threw Warren away without a second thought the moment the test results came back. 

Infertile. That one word kept flashing in his head tonight like a bright neon light.

An Omega who couldn’t be bred was useless. The demanding press of Jason’s lips and the heat generated between them obliterated that ugly word from his head.

The only thing that mattered was Jason. Them.

Jason pushed his tongue down his throat. He sucked down on it. Wasn’t that what devilish little Omegas did? 

Jason pulled away, panting. The Alpha’s eyes glowed a bright gold now. Dangerous but Warren didn’t care. He wanted to cut loose. Lose himself in someone else.

If that someone happened to be a six-foot-plus sexy stranger in a leather jacket and worn jeans then it was alright with Warren.

Let’s get out of here, he suggested. 

Part of Warren, the rational part of him whose brain cells hadn’t died, screamed that this wasn’t him. Never him. The real him thought things through. Warren never made hasty decisions. 

Where did that lead him? To a path of nowhere. A bleak empty place. 

Where? Jason looked at him with hunger in his eyes, as if the Alpha couldn’t see anyone else but him. Like nothing else mattered. 

Clint never looked at him this way, even when they were together. Even when the lights were dimmed in their bedroom.

Shifters could see in the dark but his ex-boyfriend, the guy Warren thought was his one true mate, always had that stupid neutral expression on his face whenever they had sex. Indifference.

My place, he answered.

Warren never imagined taking guys back to the apartment he once shared with Clint. 

He could still take it all back. Make up an excuse except he only paid for his one beer. He grabbed Jason’s arm and led the Alpha out of Pick-up Mates. He thought one or two guys gave Jason once-overs. One even flirted with him. 

Warren growled at them. Whatever they saw on his face, they backed away.

Feisty, Jason remarked. They stood outside the bar now. His mind blanked for a second. Then it clicked. Jason asked him if he took his car here. 

I took a U-Ride here, he said. 

He could feel his cheeks heating up. Warren didn’t expect to get anything out of tonight.

He thought he’d get a drink or two. Look enviously at the brave souls hitting on each other like no tomorrow and head back home, feeling shittier than ever. 

Warren never expected to reel anyone in. Ever since the test results came back, he felt like the world’s most unattractive man. A grade-A loser. 

Hey, don’t need to get your fur up, Jason said, grabbing his shoulder. We’ll take my ride. Just tell me where you live.

This was crazy. What if Jason was a serial killer? A mugger? He took a deep breath.

He must’ve been thinking too long, because Jason asked, Changed your mind?

Not at all. Just got light-headed for a second. Must be the beer, he answered.

Even if you only had just one bottle? The cocky Alpha sounded amused.

You don’t know that.

I do. You paid the bartender for one drink. 

Observant as well as sexy. Warren wasn’t too sure about that deadly combination. What the hell. He was here. Look at me now, Clint. And you thought I’d never attract anyone else. 

"Where’s your ride?" he asked.

Over here. Come on. Jason stopped in front of a Harley. 

He didn’t know much about motorcycles but this looked like a beast. Of course, Jason rode one of these. What else would an Alpha like Jason drive? A mini-van?

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Jason tossed him a helmet, which he barely caught. 

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Put that on, Jason ordered.

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You serious? he asked.

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Jason didn’t look like he was laughing. I’m a good rider but that doesn’t mean accidents won’t happen.

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He put the helmet on with trembling fingers, surprised Jason neared him and adjusted the straps under his chin. 

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There. Perfect. Jason mounted the enormous bike. Hop on.

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The first true words of the evening