Masen leads us to the building farthest back. The doors slick open as we approach. A pretty shifter female sits behind a large reception desk. Her smile falters just a bit when she sees Masen holding my hand on his arm. “Mr. Black, good morning, sir. Shall I have your guest escorted to your personal suite? Your eleven thirty is waiting in your office lobby.” Her tone is purely professional, only a woman would see and hear the cues of how bothered she is by me being here.

“No thanks, May.” Her face is triumphant for the briefest of moments until Masen continues, “She’ll be with me. This is Sophia, soon to be Black, my Luna.”

Her gasp is audible, I almost feel sorry for her. “I hadn’t heard you found your Mate.” She smiles, but her eyes are glassy as she says, “Congratulations Alpha.” She bows her head.

Masen has no clue he just crushed this woman. He pulls a beautiful white calla lily from a large floral arrangement to the left of her workspace and hands it to me before kissing my temple. A few others have stopped to watch us from afar. None have the visceral reaction of May, the receptionist, but I can tell many are surprised by his behavior.

“Everyone in the building is a shifter. This is where my offices are. You ready for a tour, Little One?” he asks me affectionately. I nod my head and smile at how proud he is of this place, it’s written all over his handsome face.

Forgetting the audience, I place my hand over his heart and lean up, trying to catch his lips. He dips his head so I can reach. “Yes, I’d love a tour.”

A throat clears behind us, and I look over. “Should I reschedule your eleven-thirty, sir?”

He looks at me. “Tour after my meeting, yeah?” I nod, agreeing.

I was worried that Roxanne would be in his office, but I haven’t seen her yet. His secretary is an older shifter female that greets me with genuine enthusiasm. Masen’s meeting is boring. It takes place in Masen’s office with Mr. Polenski, a stuffy old man wanting money for something. I lose interest within the first five minutes. Other than to take notes, the elderly man’s assistant hasn’t taken her eyes off Masen since we entered the room. She constantly crosses and uncrosses her long, toned legs. Her suit skirt is so short I’m sure Masen has seen her panties, if she wears them, numerous times. And to my dismay, I’ve recently discovered not only am I a brazen hussy, but I’m also a jealous cow, ugh.

He introduces me as his fiancée which gave me a huge thrill and explains my presence by telling them we marry this weekend and have lots of plans to finalize. Neither seems interested one way or the other why I’m here, both have their own agenda.

Thirty-five minutes later they leave, each disappointed for different reasons. Masen sighs when the doors close. I think he’s as relieved as I am. “Blah, that was a long time to listen to the old coot try and steal your money with your permission.”