Samantha Dunmore didn't have any experience with Others when the BSB hired her. I was skeptical before I met her. I was hired and put into management position right away for being a werewolf and a Benson and I looked over every file of hires they gave me. Most of them were Others or had experience. She didn't. She was hired because her undergrad internships recommended her highly and she was magna cum laude. A good GPA and social work experience with a rehab facility was not something that prepared people for working with Others.
I remember the day I met her, the day she started as a lowly intern for the BSB. She had tried to tame her hair with a bun, but it poked out and her bangs frizzed around her face. When she thought no one was watching she obsessively tried to straighten the mess. She was in a business skirt and matching blazer, a light pink underneath. She was cute and absolutely terrified. Of course she kept her cool inwardly, but I could smell the fear coming off her. She was polite and quiet, not letting her fear cloud the white, suburban upbringing that said she wasn't supposed to make anyone uncomfortable.
I liked her enough. It was hard not to. Then she brought in cookies. She had cut them into people shapes and decorated them as everyone on the vampire shift. Anyone who was wary of her changed their tune. Samantha went out of her way so we'd like her.
It was weird. People took to her. I'm not sure what it was. I started to feel a certain draw to her within a month of working with her. She was funny, smart, and rather adorable. I wasn't allowed to ask her out. Maybe if she had transferred to another office. It was a mixed blessing having Raven attack her. I thought of her as helpless, but when she attempted to brain him with a bat I knew I wanted her and no rule was going to stop me. Her ability to protect herself made her sexy on top of her other attributes.
I love her. I haven't said it. I think she loves me and if she does she is waiting for me to say it first. I want to. I can't. It wouldn't be fair. Wolves mate for life. Alphas in old families like mine are supposed to carry on certain traditions, live up to certain standards. In the eyes of my family she is an omega. And a human. Even if she were bit she'd not be pure enough for the likes of the Bensons. I do love her, but to say it will hurt her and it will hurt me.