It was a dinner meeting. We were at a nice restaurant. The man we were meeting with was a little older maybe my mom's age, he was also in a suit and had a younger man with him he introduced the younger man as his assistant.
"Mr. Monroe, this is my assistant Rachel Morgan, Rachel this is Mr. Monroe and his assistant Mr. Sanders." Trent gave as an introduction.
I put my hand out to shake Mr. Monroe. "Mr. Kalamack I see you have a new assistant. I must say a much needed improvement."
"Nice to meet you." I say, not sure what to make of Mr. Monroe yet.
Then to Mr. Sanders I again put my hand out. "Please call me Dylan." "Okay and you can call me Rachel.
Dylan was attractive and I got the faint smell of redwood so he must be a witch. Mr. Monroe on the other hand smelled like a were.
"Last time Jonathan attended my meeting with Mr. Monroe." Trent explained.
We sat, had a glass of wine, they talked business. When it was time to order Mr. Monroe made some suggestions.
"Miss Morgan, what are you thinking for dinner?" Monroe asked me.
I am thinking maybe something simple, we have a long ride home after our meeting."
"Oh, I have an extra apartment for out of town guests, you could stay there if you like. There are more than one bedrooms." He said with a smile.
Is he trying to find out if I'm sleeping with Trent I wondered.
"Thank you for the kind offer, but we really need to head home tonight." Trent said while placing a hand on the back of my chair in a possessive gesture. "We have plans with my girls tomorrow."
This was news to me. But Monroe's kept eyeing me. I am guessing that is why Trent wanted me here instead of Quen or Johnathan, this man I would bet liked his women.
Dylan stood, "Here let me go to the bar and get another round of drinks. Everyone want the same?"
I stood. "I will help you."
Dylan is a little taller than I am, neatly cut brown hair, broad shoulders like he must work out. Nice suit, I'm sure not a thousand dollar suit like Trent, but nice all the same.
"So how long have you been working with Mr. Kalamack.?"
"Off and on for a little over two years."
"And yet this is the first time I've seen you."
"I don't come to many meeting ."
"Well you are a vast improvement from that tall guy."
"Yeah the freakishly tall...guy." Most knew Trent was an Elf, but just in case I was not going to point it out.
Dylan went to pull out his wallet and I saw an earth charm in his jacket.
"So what's the charm for?" I asked.
"Oh this? It's just a truth charm. My uncle, ah Mr. Monroe is married to my aunt, anyways he isn't the most trusting, so we have a charm to ensure our business associates are being truthful." He paused then.
"So I know that Mr. Kalamack wasn't being truthful about you being his assistant."
"Technically I'm not, but I do consultant work for him on occasion."
"Ah now that is truthful. I also wondered how Kalamack could have gotten Rachel Morgan as a mere assistant."
"So you've heard of me.?"
"What witch hasn't?"
I just shrugged.
"So you mentioned that this is not your first meeting with Kalamack, why the change in heart?"
"Before we didn't know what exactly Mr. Kalamack was, now we know and understand why the secrecy, and now with you working with Mr. Kalamack, I'm sure my uncle will come to some sort of agreement."
"Your uncle's a were." I made it a statement since I knew I was right by his smell. "So does he know who I am as well?"
Dylan looked are me then. "Of course, he is familiar with your pack. Every pack is very interested in how a witch was able to become an alpha in a very small pack, and not be forced into another pack, it is thought you and your Alpha male must be very strong leaders."
I didn't have a response so I just left it alone.
We got the drinks and headed back to the table.
The men stood as we returned. Monroe went to pull my chair out for me and I grabbed it. "No need, thank you." I said trying not to be too rude. I am a woman but not helpless.
"You will have to excuse Miss. Morgan, she likes to get her own chairs and doors."
Monroe just looked at me with a curious look.
"Mr. Kalamack, I am more than happy to invest with your company, but I would like to work directly with Miss Morgan, I don't want to work with anyone else."
"I'm afraid that is not possible, this is not Miss Morgan's usual business with my company."
"Fine with me. I want to deal with her."
"I can a sure you, you will deal with either me directly or Miss Morgan at all times."
I couldn't help but glare at Trent."
But Dylan's detector didn't go off, so maybe Trent was expecting to handle this client himself.
"Also when the Derby time comes around I host a rather large ball, I will expect you both to attend., or at least Miss Morgan."
"I wouldn't miss it. I love horses." I stated with a smile.
Trent ran his hand through his hair. Hmmm a little nervous, I wasn't going to say anything to blow this deal, but I was going to make him pay for it later.
"So Miss Morgan do you make it out this way often?" Monroe asked.
"No, I don't. It is a beautiful area."
"We have many horses, your next trip we will have to make a full day trip, maybe stay over at one the apartments I mentioned." Monroe said with a smile.
"That would be great if you could make it out again soon." Dylan added with a smile.
I couldn't help but wonder which was actually interested in my visiting, surely they couldn't expect me to have an interest in both of them.
Dylan was very good looking, but he was not my type, he seemed to...normal, to nice.
We finished dinner a little after 8:30.
I couldn't wait to get on the road to head back home.
We were on the road for about an hour. Trent insisted on driving.
Finally I had to bring it up.
"So now I understand why you wanted me for this trip."
Trent glanced at me quickly. "What? Why?"
"Because they didn't like Jonathan and appreciate working with women."
"Rachel, I was just lucky this worked out, I really had no idea." Trent said.
Just the Trent jerked the wheel, and we swerved off the road hitting gravel and we went partially in a ditch.
"Damn you okay?" Trent asked looking at me. "An animal ran out in front of the car."
We step out of the car. Trent walks to my side of the car. "Looks like we have two flat tires. We only have one spare." Trent runs his hand through his baby fine blond hair.
"I'll call Quen but I'd rather he not make the trip tonight, he should be home with the girls." Trent turns looking back the way we came.
"There was a hotel back that way maybe a mile, mile and a half. What do you think?" Trent asked.
"I guess we walk, let me get my stuff."
I grab my purse and hike it up on my shoulder and my change of clothes, I change the shoes for my boots, ah much better.
Trent grabs a bag from the trunk.
"I'll have to call Quen when we get closer to town, I'm not getting any reception here."
We walked for about a 45 minutes. Finally the hotel came into view.
We walked in.
"Can I help you folks?"
Trent walked up to the counter. "Yes can I have two rooms?"
"Sorry we have one room left, you want that?"
"We will take what you have."
Great, we have to share a room, it's been such a long day.
Trent calls Quen and explains the situation. "No we are at a hotel, there is no reason for you to make the trip tonight and leave the girls."
"Yes tomorrow between 8:00 and 9:00 will be perfect.
Trent open the door to our room and walked in.
It was a small clean room with a small table with a couple chairs, a small dresser a TV and one large bed.
