Read Shifted Perceptions (Alpha Division) for Free Online

I crossed my arms and scowled. “Why would I listen to the likes of you? I don’t need, nor want any kind of help you of all people would be dishing out.”
    Paul’s face lost all signs of anger. Instead, his expression flattened, showing nothing. Completely empty. It was creepy as hell, and a little sad. Maybe I was too harsh. “Listen, Paul...” I began, shifting my feet as I tried to find the acidic words of an apology.
    His head jerked once to the side, telling me silently to shut the hell up. At least his eyes still showed that much. Then he turned and walked away toward the door that adjoined the next room over. I watched, my brows drawn as he pulled it open, then the other, opening it up to the room next door. What the hell?
    “You jerk! Why didn’t you stay in there last night?” My fists squeezed together at my sides, itching to punch that arrogant smirk he sent my way. But he was gone before I could move, slamming the door behind him.
    Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Damn, that man was going to be the death of me.

Chapter 7
     
     
    Waiting sucks! But I knew Stone would come. He had to, now. His henchmen were wounded, because of little old me. Stone would come, if only to cuss me out, but I had a feeling it would be more of a pat on the back. Men like him didn’t care about people, only power and if a strong fox shifter gave him power, then woman be damned, he would be intrigued.
    I actually spent my time doing girly things. I took another shower, seeing how the one the night before was so short. I blow-dried my hair and brushed it until it shined, then pulled it up into a pony tail. I hadn’t had it this long in a while and the color wasn’t half bad either. Of course, the red was closer to my natural color and because of the way I got teased for it, I usually dyed it blonde and wore it short and out of the way. The only reason it had gotten shoulder length was because I hadn’t had time to get it cut. The red was for the mission, but as I looked at myself in the mirror, it was starting to grow on me. Maybe I’ll keep it, I shrugged.
    Sitting on the bed, I pulled my knees up and leaned over to paint my toenails. I chose a dark purple and was meticulous , as I went over each nail. I heard the connecting door open, but I continued on, ignoring him.
    When the silence stretched, I couldn’t help but look up at him through my eyelashes. He was watching me, of course. He never stopped, it seemed.
    “What do you want?” I asked.
    A low, tortured groan coming from his side of the room had my head lifting up in surprise. His eyes were dark, as they looked at me and I glanced down, rolling my eyes with a sigh. I forgot I was half naked, wearing only my panties. I didn’t care, but I wished he’d stop looking at me like that. Like it was the hottest day of the summer and I was the only popsicle in town.
    “That is not an appropriate question in this situation,” he said and I couldn’t hold back my snort. Finishing the last toenail, I capped the nail polish bottle and swung my legs over to stand.
    “Pink lace?” he asked incredulously. “I took you for a black cotton type of girl.”
    Throwing my hands on my hips, I glared at him , though it did no good. “And no bra?” He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you girls wore those everywhere and all the time. Even to bed. ”
    “I’m a woman, not a girl.”
    “You’re absolutely right about that.”
    Ignoring his smirk, I continued, “And not all of us wear a bra.” I cupped my breasts in my hands. They were barely big enough to fill my palms. “And there’s no point when you’re this small,” I said, slightly chagrined. I shook my head. Small was better for the job, I reminded myself.
    “They’re perfect,” Paul ’s soft voice caused my head to snap up. What was his game?
    “Stop looking at me like that?” I growled.
    “Like what?”
    “You know...” I huffed and snatched my jeans off the dresser and began