WEREWOLF UNEXPECTED LOVE

Melissa

Knock. Knock.

The maid walked in and drew the curtains open. Sunlight poured into the room, forcing Melissa to cover her face.

"Good morning, ma'am Melissa," the maid greeted.

Melissa gave a small nod. She rose from her bed and walked into the bathroom. After a quick bath, she dressed elegantly and headed downstairs for breakfast.

While she ate, her assistant approached and handed her a folder containing the profiles of applicants vying to become her interpreter. Melissa accepted it with little interest, dismissed her assistant with a wave of her hand, and continued her meal. When she was done, she moved to the living room, gracefully sitting down and crossing her legs as she prepared to receive the candidates.

The first applicant entered-a chubby, unattractive man who couldn't stop staring at Melissa. His jaw hung open, captivated by her beauty. Melissa studied him from head to toe with visible distaste.

Her breasts are perfect... the size is just right. I could touch them while she's asleep, he thought, unable to control himself.

Melissa, without a word, signaled her assistant for a notebook and pen. She scribbled a message, tore the page, and handed it to him.