TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 456

CHAPTER 379 GET ME YOUR BOSS

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CHAPTER 379: GET ME YOUR BOSS

EMBER’S POV

I stroll down the line.

I make it slow. I clasp my hands behind my back and move down the gallery of oiled, waiting men like a general reviewing troops she finds personally disappointing.

And I feel Knox’s glare burning a hole clean through my spine the whole way, and I have never in my life enjoyed anything more.

stop at the first. He’s enormous, a wall of muscle, arms like historical columns, and he flexes for me, helpful.

“Mm.” I tilt my head. I reach out and poke him, one finger into a bicep the approximate size of my skull, and he holds the flex, hopeful, quivering. “No. Too muscular. I want a man who can move, darling, not a man who can bench a piano. What would I even do with all this – send him to fetch things off high shelves? Next.”

Behind me, through the mask, low and strangled: “Ember.”

I sail on to the next.

Lean, sharp-faced, a scar splitting one eyebrow, radiating violence. I circle him, slow, appraising. I lean in and I sniff, delicately, and wrinkle my nose.

“Too clean.” I step back, disappointed. “He smells like baby powder. Someone’s been showering a little too much. It’s ruined you completely. Next.” I pat his cheek, dismissive, and he looks wounded to the core of his being.

Third. Covered in ink, a slow, dangerous smile, and he drags his eyes down the length of me in a way that is meant to be seductive.

“Did I ask you to look at me?” I say, before he can get a syllable out, and the smile stutters and dies “No: 1 didn’t. I’m looking at you. That’s the whole arrangement, darting-you’re the merchandise, I’m the buyer Eyes to yourself.” I make a tiny note in the air with one finger, tsking “Far too much personally want a man with no opinions whatsoever. Next.”

Behind me, barely audible, and strained: “I hate this. I hate every single second of this And your ant enjoying it more than anything you have ever done in your life”

Immensely, I think, and keep wallung, and do not smile.

I reject a fourth for being too tall -I refuse to crane my neck all evening the ‘m watching my ”

A fifths for “kind eyes, absolutely not. I can see him wanting to cuddleine

A sixth circle twice and dismiss for reasons I invent on the spot – The hails

I asked for grease and these are manicured, has this mon simply lie down near photograph of them and apologizing, dispatching underlings, and amuning these room of delinquents, and it is transcendent

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CHAPTER 379 GET ME YOUR BOSS

“My lady is quite picky,” Cassian manages, a thin thread of impatience fraying under all that composure. “Your lady is paying,” I correct him sweetly, “for precisely what she asked for, and thus far I’ve been shown a load-bearing wall, a bar of artisanal soap, a man who wanted to emotionally connect, and whatever that was.” I flick a hand down the line. “This is rapidly becoming a refund situation, Cassian, and I came a very long way on a very specific promise. Do better. Or I take my patronage and my father’s very large, very foreign money-somewhere that actually understands the assignment.”

“I apologise, Lady Aster. A new batch would be ready in an hour. We just need to-”

And here is where I make my real move.

I stop. I sigh, catastrophically put-upon, pinching the bridge of my nose. And I round on Cassian with the full imperious fury of a woman who has decided, formally, to become difficult.

“No. Do you know what – no, this simply will not do.” I gesture doyen the entire line of men with open distaste. “I want to speak to whoever actually runs this floor. Who is your boss? Bring them down here, right this instant. You’re quite the treasure, Cassian, but you clearly don’t have the authority to fix what’s wrong here, and I am not spending one more minute of my evening being shown soap.” I fold my arms There’s an issue with my arrangements. A discretion matter – a sensitive one, the kind that travels very quickly as gossip if the wrong person mishandles it – and I will discuss it with the person who runs this floor. Privately. And I will discuss it now.”

Cassian hesitates, visibly torn between protocol and the extremely real threat of a whale making a scene loud enough to sour the whole floor.

“My lady, the boss is a very busy woman-”

“So am I,” I say. “And I am getting less patient by the second. Now – shall I air my very sensitive matter our here, at volume, where every last one of your paying guests can savour the details? Or shall we do this like professionals, behind a nice closed door?”

Cassian folds like wet paper.

“…This way. There’s a private court. I’ll send for her.”

Got you, I think, and my heart begins to slam against my ribs a follow him out

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