Masen chuckles. “I’ve never thought about it that way, but I guess you have a point.” His face goes serious. “Little One, I need to let Roxanne know about her transfer. Why don’t you wait here for me? You can use my computer to order yourself a new iPad or a MacBook, whichever you want. Then do the rest of that online shopping you need done.” He seriously just tried to bribe me with shopping.

“How about if I promise to let you do all the talking and to be on my best behavior?” I counter.

“I knew that wasn’t going to work. Offer any other female my credit card and they disappear for a week. You couldn’t care less.” He stands and offers me his arm.

“Where is she, anyway? I was sure she’d be in here when we came in.” He’s very quiet as we walk out the door. Doris, his secretary, waves as we pass.

“I only take meetings with humans over here. My personal office is the top floor” —he swallows loudly— “She works up there.” He hasn’t looked at me at all, just leads us to an elevator across the lobby. I can feel his nervous tension through our bond.

“Why are you so freaked out?”

He runs his hand through his hair, leaving it sticking up in the front. I reach up, fixing it. He leans into my palm and closes his eyes. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“What doesn’t mean anything?”

When the doors open, he guides us in. He lets the doors close but doesn’t push a button to select a floor. His white blue eyes are pained when he finally looks at me. “The whole top floor of this building is mine.”

There’s something I do not understand going on here. “I thought the whole building was yours?”

He nods his head. “It is, but the top floor of this building is my space, personal space.”

I take a step back from him. “What do you mean personal space?”

He moves forward, regaining the space I just put between us. Masen wraps his large hand around my neck and uses his other hand to pick up mine and places it over his heart. He needs me touching him right now, I just don’t know why. “I never let anyone come to our house. I built it for you.” He drops his forehead to mine then speaks so fast and softly I have to strain to hear him. “I have an apartment here. That’s where she works, not in the apartment but in my personal office.”

I think he was hoping to soften the blow, but not saying it loud doesn’t make it any less real. Ouch, this isn’t going to be easy. Every time he comes to work I’m going to be left wondering, wondering if he still thinks about all the women he’s brought here. Oh goodness, that’s what May was thinking. That he was going to stash me away in his fuck pad while he had a meeting. My hand covers my mouth, and I cough, trying to cover the sob that wants to come out. “You didn’t think to tell me this before we got here! So maybe, I could prepare myself for not only seeing your lover but finding out you have a fuck pad at work,” I say incredulously. “That’s why she asked if you wanted me taken to your suite because it’s not only Roxanne you’ve brought here but all the others. She thought I was like all of them.” I scoff. I’m so angry at his blatant disregard of my feelings. To let me find out this way is horrible.