The Genius Delta

Chapter 7 - Silvercloud

I used to tease Logan that he and Aurelia couldn’t be left alone in his office, or they’d get no work done

because of all their fucking. He would flip me off and tell me to wait. I fully understand why none of my

friends share an office space with their mates, and I don’t think I can do this. My lab at the office is

spacious when it’s just me, but with Persephone in here, I feel like I’m in a closet. She’s both too far

and too close.

It wouldn’t be a big deal if this were my bunker lab. I could touch Persephone as much as she’d let me

without worrying about someone watching and what it could do to her future in this industry. But we are

in the Silvercloud HQ, and I don’t want to do anything that risks the reason she’s here. She didn’t come

here to find her mate. She came here for this opportunity with my company. So despite what Jaci and I

want, I’ve tried to ignore her scent and the pull of the bond.

I’m both grateful and annoyed that Shikoba sent that text that interrupted our kiss earlier. She was right

to remind me that this is a business, and we shouldn’t be doing that here. And as much as I wanted to

go into the system and turn off the cameras in my lab, I didn’t. It would look suspicious if anyone paid

enough attention. I already have Shikoba asking me what’s going on with my intern. I don’t need more

people asking questions.

Thankfully I got a chunk of the coding done for my med-bot. Having a task to focus on was helping, for

the most part. It didn’t stop me from being hyper-aware of Persephone’s presence in my lab. And I

couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder every so often to look at her. More times than not, I would

catch her looking back at me, and we’d both be embarrassed that we got caught and look away.

This happened to be one of those moments, though the reason I’d turned was less to do with my

attraction and more with the gurgling noise emanating from her side of the room. If this were someone

else making those sounds like anyone in the pack’s stomach, I’d have wrinkled my nose and asked if

they needed an exorcist or something along those lines. Yeah, I got it bad if her stomach gurgles are

cute.

“Hungry?” I asked with a smile as she blushed, holding her hand over her stomach.

“I may have forgotten to eat this morning. And the donuts and coffee they offered weren’t all that

appetizing.” Persephone confessed.

“Why didn’t you eat this morning?” I asked because anyone that leaves the packhouse hungry should

see a doctor. Mrs. Carmichael makes delicious food and plenty of it. “I know there is always a great

spread of food where you’re staying.”

“Jet lag and an impromptu run left me without enough time to eat. It was either eat and come to work

still in the clothes I traveled in or skip breakfast to take a shower and change.” Persephone shrugged,

still blushing.

I love seeing that soft stain of pink on her cheeks. I wish she were blushing for something other than

the embarrassment of being hungry. For example, I can’t help but wonder if she’ll turn the same shade

of pink when aroused or post-sex. I shook my head slightly because I should NOT let my mind go down

that path. If I start thinking about sex with Persephone, I will be sporting wood for the rest of the day.

It’s not a good look and would make the rest of the day uncomfortable.

I nodded and didn’t press why she went on the run. We must be cautious about what we talk about

here for the sake of werewolf secrecy. I assume the run is because her wolf wanted to stretch her legs

after a long flight from Italy. I can’t blame her for that. Jaci would be going stir-crazy if we had to travel

that far. He gets stir-crazy if I spend too long in my bunker.

“Gotcha.” I nodded and checked the time. “No wonder your stomach is growling. It’s way past

lunchtime. Come on, let’s grab something to eat.” I suggested locking down my computer.

“Sounds good to me. Is there a cafeteria in the building? Or are we going somewhere nearby?” She

asked, following my lead as she locked her computer.

“Well, there is a company cafeteria. I tend not to eat there when I’m here.” I shrugged, putting my hand

on the small of her back as I guided her out of the office.

Was I looking for an excuse to touch her? Duh. Her back stiffened for a half second when my hand

pressed against her, but she quickly relaxed into my touch. So I’m not the only one who wanted the

excuse to be physically closer.

“Why don’t you eat at the cafeteria? Is the food bad?” Persephone asked as we got into the elevator.

“No. I’m sure the food here is great. I’m the outcast of Silvercloud.” I shrugged.

I still found it hilarious that the boss is the pariah of his own company. I’m sure people would be nicer to

me if they knew who I really am, but this is much more entertaining. Shit, that reminds me, I need to tell

Persephone who I am. Like who I really am. I hope she’s not going to be pissed at me or anyone else

for never telling her that Delta Jonathan is Jonathan Silvercloud, founder and CEO of Silvercloud.

I can’t tell her my real identity here at the office—too many eyes and ears. The last thing I want or need

is the public eye’s scrutiny. I’m not like John and Logan, who can handle it. Maybe I can tell her at

lunch, or I can tell her on the drive back to Bloodmoon.

“Why would you be an outcast? The way Kurt and Isis talk about you, it sounded like you’re one of the

most liked people in town.” Persephone frowned.

“To them, I’m the most liked person. Here I’m, the guy that’s caused a few minor fires.” I chuckled.

“They worry every time I come into the office.”

“Justifiably, Weaver.” Reed Hill stated in his monotone voice as he and the girl from earlier stepped into

the elevator. “You should find out if they will reassign your mentor, young lady. Weaver is nothing but Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

trouble, and associating with him will only reflect poorly on you later.”

“Always nice to see you, Reed.” I greeted him with a bright smile. “You just light up every room you

enter with your warm and welcoming personality.”

“I can’t imagine Jonny causing trouble. I thought he was very charming.” The girl, I can’t remember her

name, batted flirty eyes at me.

I really should remember her name. She’s a werewolf from another pack that had to get express

permission from Logan to work here as an intern as this is Bloodmoon territory. But I can’t bring myself

to give a shit. She’s pissing off my mate, and I don’t like it.

“Thank you for that totally unsolicited professional advice. So you can take your Malfoy vibes

elsewhere. I enjoy working with him.” Persephone rolled her eyes with a dismissive wave of her hand at

Reed.

“Play nice, Persephone.” I snickered, resisting the urge to pull her closer. Reed does remind me of

Lucius Malfoy from the books.

“I see you two have gotten cozy,” Mila commented. “I didn’t know inter-office relationships were

allowed.”

“They are highly frowned upon. Especially in such circumstances. You better watch yourself, or you

and your blonde bimbo will be on the street.” Reed scoffed.

‘Kill him. Kill him now.’ Jaci snarled.

I was on board with Jaci’s plan because Reed was cruising for a bruise. That much was for sure. I was

ready to reply, but Persephone beat me to it.

“Are you jealous that my blonde hair is natural while yours clearly comes from a bottle?” Persephone

snorted. “And watch whom you’re calling a bimbo. I earned my spot as an intern here, and nothing will

stand in my way of turning this internship into a full-time job.”

Wow, it still amazes me how passionate my mate is about working here. And once again, I hope she

doesn’t get upset when she finds out who I am. I don’t want her to think she was given special

treatment in her placement. I’ll explain to her how I blind assess the submissions for new interns, so at

no point in the process did I know she had even submitted. She is here on her merit, not because of

who she knows or is related to.

“Now, excuse us. We are taking our lunch break.” Persephone shouldered past Reed as she walked

out of the elevator with the poise you’d expect of a Beta-born wolf.

“Well, it was nice to see you, Reed. Good luck with your intern. Hopefully, you are teaching her things

that are relevant to the workplace.” I shrugged as I hurried out after Persephone.

“You good?” I asked when I finally caught up to my long-legged mate.

“He’s an asshole. And do not get me started on that Mila flirt.” Persephone growled. “How can

management hire people like that? The company website makes Silvercloud sound like this great place

to work that’s accepting and open to all. Yet day one, I meet jerks like that?” She frowned, pointing her

thumb over her shoulder to where Reed and Mila stepped out of the elevator.

“We only hire the best and brightest here,” I explained.

“Reed’s personality may be lacking, but he has a brilliant mind. Everyone is here for what they can

bring to the table, and Reed gets along with his peers in his division, which is most important for the

teamwork side of things. I don’t need him to like them.” I shrugged.

“And Mila?” Her blond brow arched as we walked out of the building.

“Who’s Mila?” I asked half-seriously because I would keep forgetting that girl’s name.

Persephone laughed, and shit, I love the sound. “Are you fucking with me? Placating me? Or do you

honestly forget the names of every pretty woman that flirts with you?”

“I’m not fucking with you. I wouldn’t be insincere enough to say something to appease you. And the

only pretty woman I want flirting with me is you. So unless I have to remember names because they

are pack, I don’t care who they are.” I assured her as I led her away from the office.

I must have said something right because just as we had gotten out of the line of sight to the building,

Persephone pulled me by my shirt and kissed me. We aren’t in the office, so we can’t get called out for

being inappropriate before, and we aren’t going to just run into anyone from the pack to taunt me about

kissing in public. I’m certainly not going to protest a little PDA.

I only pulled back from her lips because her stomach growled again. We both snickered and smiled.

“Come on. Let’s get you fed before your stomach rumble gets mistaken for an earthquake or pending

eruption of a nearby volcano.” I taunted, slipping my hand into hers.