Solange sighed, rubbing her temples. "I'm going to go home..I need
some rest if I'm to be here in the morning. I..I want to call out, but
it is best not to raise suspicions, yes?"
Lisa nodded, "Everyone..we need to act as though NOTHING is wrong.
YES, protect your children. Travel in pairs...but go to work. Go out.
No need to give the government any extra ammunition to justify more
bloodshed at this point."
The pack all nodded slowly, though Debra barely acknowledged she'd
spoken, instead staring out the window. A chill had gone through her
when Lisa and Brenda had their dominance issue. From time to time,
she'd caught sight of a rather ruthless streak in Lisa, and she'd seen
it again tonight. It terrified her and repulsed her. She was no
fool...she could see Lisa debating the merits of a war.
"You riding with me, Lisa?" she asked quietly.
"No..I'm going to do some..thinking," Lisa replied thoughtfully and
free of discernable emotion. "I'm sure I can get home safe by my own
devices."
Debra sighed and left quickly, clearly bothered by the cold,
unreadable tone. Brenda nodded, leaving quickly as well. She was still
clearly angered, but didn't want the fight that too much more attitude
would bring.
"Lock the door on your way out.." Solange offered. It was her office;
she had every right to TELL Lisa to lock the door, but it was clearly
just a request or suggestion. LISA ruled this pack; of that there was
no question.
Ebony and Sharon left after quiet goodbyes, and now it was just Anaya
and Lisa alone. As the door shut, and the quiet hispanic woman who
bore more than a passing resemblance to Angelina Jolie stood there, it
was her voice who broke the silence.
"You're right," she said softly, the barest hint of a smile in her
eyes. Anaya was no fool; this was the sort of moment she'd needed to
gain status in the pack.
Lisa sighed heavily. "At least one person understands that." The
facade of being diplomatic began to fade. "They ALL seem to think that
we should sit and do NOTHING, like helpless pups!"
Anaya moved slowly closer, sashaying with a slightly sexual quality in
her walk. "That's the last thing we should do," she said, her voice
low, a heavy, smoky undertone in her words.
"I'm going to trust you with a task," Lisa said, reclining back in her
chair, pushing it away from the desk.
"Anything for my alpha," Anaya replied, walking closer. "ANYTHING."
She leaned forward over the desk, letting her ample chest lay on the
top, her cleavage spilling out of her half-buttoned and cleavage
bearing shirt.
Lisa smiled, staring at Anaya's chest, before glancing up to make eye
contact. Even the alpha wasn't immune to pheremones, and the high
adrenalin of the night had only made her senses sharper, and therefore
more susceptible.
Anaya took the subtle cue, moving around the desk to massage Lisa's
shoulders. "You're tense...you need to..blow off some steam.." Lisa
moaned softly, smiling as Anaya worked on her muscles. "So tell
me...how can I serve you?" Anaya whispered into Lisa's ear, her lips
brushing against the lobe.
"Recruitment," Lisa told her. "Starting tonight at my gym. I want to
keep this pack female ONLY," she said, emphasizing the point. "Use
your...feminine wiles.." she smirked, "and get us a couple new
recruits from the lockerroom..." There was another pause. "And force
it on them if they resist." The cold tone was back, cold and ruthless.
"As you wish," Anaya said, nuzzling her face against the nape of
Lisa's neck. "My alpha."
Lisa reached back, stroking Anaya's face tenderly as she tilted her
head to the side with a slight shiver. "Such a loyal pack member.."
she softly whispered.
Anaya leaned in again, whispering seductively once more, "Is there any
OTHER way I could...SERVE you?"