Baddest Bear Dad: A Fated Mate Romance by Amelia Jade

Author:Amelia Jade [Jade, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Braden

He spun around on the chair.

The lobby of the embassy flashed past as he counted his revolutions while the chair slowly came to a stop.

One.

Two.

Three.

Three and a half.

Four.

Four and a quarter.

It was a new personal best for that night. He stared straight at the wall for a solid thirty seconds, focusing his attention on it to help rid him of any lasting dizziness before setting up his next attempt.

“Four and a half, here we come,” he said to himself, the near-whisper still sounding like a gunshot in the empty lobby.

Evening had come and gone, and night was well underway. Cloud Lake had shut down, as a major snowstorm moved into the area. Already several inches’ worth of snow had accumulated outside, and more was expected. Even many of the shifters who would normally be out cavorting had called it a night early, realizing that their normal haunts would be slow or possibly even closed on a night like tonight.

Braden hadn’t had to do a damn thing in over an hour. Hence the chair spinning contest against himself.

He wound up, feet curled around to one side, his hands on the desk. A little backward prep, and he was off!

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Four and—

Braden came to an abrupt halt as he slammed his boots down on the tiled floor, instantly stopping the chair’s spin so that he faced the rear of the lobby. He stood, doing so slowly to counteract his mild dizziness, and then turned to face the door.

Three figures stood just inside the double doors, wet and melting snow cascading off of them onto the floor, where it continued to melt into a puddle of water. The two on either side of the middle figure were a step out and a step back, forming a triangle. None of them spoke.

In his head Braden heard all sorts of alarm bells begin to go off. Without moving his eyes from the one in the middle, who he figured had to be the leader, he contemplated his options. Getting more personnel down to the lobby seemed like a smart idea. The phone would be the easiest way, but he suspected that any move toward the desk would result in the situation escalating quickly. Similar the idea of talking really loudly or calling for anyone who might be nearby.

That only left the most undesirable choice. Keep them talking and stall until someone else heard or walked by. Considering how quiet it had been all night, Braden didn’t like his chances with that. But it was all he had.

“May I help you?” he asked, trying to keep his voice polite.

There was a long pause before the leader spoke. “We’d like to see the ambassador, please.”

His voice was raspy and soft, like someone had raked a cheese grater over the insides of his throat a few times. As he spoke he stepped forward, the black coat he wore flicking water droplets everywhere.

Suddenly Braden realized what bugged him so much about them. None of them wore a white shirt.

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