Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 66

Isabella

The driver pulled up to the curb and I looked out the window. "Are we there already?" I asked, peering through my dark sunglasses at the restaurant in front of us.

"Yes, ma'am," the driver replied.

I glanced up at the sign that read "Foodies" in bold, black letters. "I guess we really are," I whispered to myself.

The driver got out of the car and opened the back door for me.

The driver came around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out, revealing my new black stacy heels. The shoes were designer, and they made a statement as I stepped onto the pavement.

The driver bowed at me before entering the car to wait for me. 

I looked away, pushed open the door and walked into the restaurant. It was elegant and classy, with a sleek, modern design.

I scanned the room, and my eyes settled on the man I had come to meet. He was sitting at a table with a cup of coffee in front of him. He was tall and muscular, and I had to admit, he looked even better in person than he did in his photos. I gave him a nod of acknowledgment as I walked over to him.

As I approached the table, he looked up and I gave him a smile. His expression was a mix of surprise and curiosity.

I took the chair across from him and sat down.

"So you're the one who's going to interview me?" he asked, his voice betraying his surprise.

"Is that a problem?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He paused, scratching his head. "Not at all, it's just... I wasn't expecting someone so young," he said.

I nodded in understanding. "I'm filling in for someone who's older," I said.

"Oh," he responded, and gave a slight nod. "I see."

"Should we get started then?" I asked, and he let out a deep breath, giving a nod of agreement.

"Yes, let's introduce ourselves first. I'm Isabella Vikon," I said, offering my hand for a handshake.

He took my hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm Damien Spencer. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabella."

I smiled warmly at him. "The pleasure's all mine, Damien." I took off my sunglasses and placed them on the table, then set my bag down on the arm of the chair.

"So, what would you like to know about me, Isabella?" Damien asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Well, for starters, how long have you been doing this job?" I asked, curious about his career.

"A job?" he asked, his brows arching in surprise. "What did you hear?"

"I heard you do martial arts," I said, a smile spreading across my face. "Is that true?"

"Well, yes, I've done a lot of martial arts," he said, sounding a bit proud. "Jujitsu, karate, taekwondo, judo...I could go on and on. Oh, there's also boxing, Muay Thai, and wrestling," he continued. "I've studied a lot of different styles over the years. And, I even work as a security guard and a bouncer sometimes, but just on a part-time basis." He gave an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his head.