Inez arrived at the small rustic cafe where she was going to meet Killian Sokolov.
When she was told that she was going to meet with Killian, Inez expected that the man would arrange a meeting at a chic and classy restaurant. However, as she stepped inside the small cafe—bustling with noise, children yelling, and people watching the soccer match on a large television—Inez seemed to have a new understanding of this lycan whom she had yet to meet.
It seemed like Killian was anything but not like Dominic.
She had once heard Dominic say that alphas were all about grandeur and power. Their actions represented their pack and might; thus, they would never do anything that would make others question them or their strength, whether physical or material.
"Seat for one?" the waitress who was serving the customers swaggered over. She was chewing on gum as she tapped on the switch of her pen and took out her notepad from the apron that she was wearing while waiting for Inez to reply.
Inez looked at the woman whose wavy caramel locks were carefully styled and tried to ignore the harsh chewing of the waitress. "I am here to meet with Alpha Sokolov. I wonder if he has arranged a table prior to our appointment. Or should I book one?" She added.
Given how Killian had asked her to meet him at this small cafe, Inez really could not take this man seriously. Don't tell her that he was just trying to pull her leg or something of the sort. Maybe he was upset that the great genius didn't come to meet him.
Wouldn't be the first time.
"Ah so it is you," the waitress did a double take.
Inez didn't know what she was doing but given that the woman looked quite satisfied.
It was after a short while that she understood what was going on; the waitress was all dolled up for Killian and given that Inez looked like a banged-up freak, it wasn't a surprise that the woman was feeling smug.
The rival she had been anticipating fell flat without a fight, after all.
"Follow me," the waitress used her pen to point at a table that was at the very back of the cafe. The only good thing about it was that it was subtly private and there was no sound of children crying.
Inez had nothing against children but she didn't believe that she could work with a brat screaming at the top of his lungs in her ear.
"Thank you," Inez said, ignoring how the waitress was trying to get a better look at her face, and took a seat. She picked up the menu placed on the table and said to the woman with all the politeness that she could muster at the moment, "I will call you once Alpha Sokolov is here."
"Sure," the woman took one last look at her face, which was covered with sunglasses and a mask, before turning to walk away on her stilettos.
Once the woman was gone, Inez sighed and touched the mask on her face. She also knew that it was quite unprofessional for her to turn up with a mask and sunglasses to a meeting but she didn't want to leave without leaving a grand gift for Eve and Dominic.
If she didn't sign this contract and leave the project in the hands of the so-called genius designer and event planner, how could she take the little revenge that she had wanted for so many years?
Thus, this contract must be signed.
She had just placed her hand down when the sound of heavy footsteps striding towards her pulled Inez out of her thoughts. Seconds later, a newcomer prowled towards her. He had a smouldering gaze, and each of his steps was slow, smooth, and controlled with a hint of swagger thrown in.
Inez sucked in a breath as the man scanned the cafe and his gaze fixated on her. She had to admit that Killian Sokolov exuded confidence, compelling charisma and the promise of raw and unbridled pleasure.
"Miss Sinclair?" the man stopped in front of the table where she was sitting and held his hand out for Inez to take. "I hope I wasn't too late," he added as Inez took his hands and shook them lightly.
"No, I just arrived as well." Inez took her seat just as the man sat opposite her. He used his long fingers to pull the menu close to him and questioned, "Did you order something?"
"I was waiting for you, Alpha Sokolov," Inez replied with a light shake of her head.
"Well, aren't you polite, gorgeous?" he remarked casually as his eyes flicked through the menu.
Gorgeous? Inez looked down at her attire, which could be called average at best and then turned to look at her reflection in the window. A pair of glasses and a mask covered most of her face. Yup, this man was either a natural-born liar or he was used to seducing women everywhere he went.
Given that he was a Lycan, it could be anything. They were mischievous to that degree.
Ignoring how his sublime charm made her wolf study him closely, Inez pulled out the notepad, including the many designs that she had prepared according to the requests that Killian had put forth.
"Alpha Sokolov, I have taken in your requests and it seems like you want your house to be redesigned with an outlandish yet modern touch?" This was what Inez could make out after studying his hums and haws.
Killian Sokolov might be one charming man but he was just as difficult. Instead of telling her what he wanted, the man had twisted the entire thing into a little bit of this and that, which made his request even harder to understand.
"Is that what you think I want?" Killian asked as he crossed his arms on the table after snapping his fingers.
"I believe that is why we have arranged for this meeting, Alpha Sokolov," Inez tried to ignore his flirtatious tone with ease. She liked her man with a little more substance than players who thought they could get whatever they wanted as long as they used their pretty face to use.
She pushed the designs that she had created and stated, "I have brought some samples with me; if you want, then you can take a look at them."