“I’m sorry. I didn’t think the food was a big deal. It would have just gone to waste.” I understand where he’s coming from. I don’t want his people to think I undermined him. “I think I’m just not used to being in a pack environment. I’ll try harder, Masen.”

He sighs. “You aren’t doing anything on purpose. I like that you stand up to me. We just need to figure out why you do it before someone else does.” He grabs my hand and holding tight he lays them on top of my thigh. “Now, what do I get for dessert?” He smirks while pulling up to his personal gate.

It’s almost nine o’clock by the time I’m done baking brownies for Masen. He’s been in his office working and researching. Navigating this huge house is much easier when I’m not panicking. I find his office quickly and knock on the open door. He’s on the phone while staring at his computer screen, so I quietly place the plate of brownies down I brought him and look around. The office is very masculine. The walls are a dark wood. There’s a massive desk facing the door. Large windows behind him frame the pond, now barely visible in the twilight. There are two chairs angled opposite the desk and a large leather chesterfield sofa in a deep brown shade against a side wall. I can see one door into what I assume is a bathroom or closet. Books line the same wall making a beautiful backdrop for a small bar.

When I finish studying the room, I turn to find Masen done with his phone call, watching me and taking in my reactions to what I’m sure is a very important room to him. He needn’t worry. “It’s lovely. Do you spend much time in here?”

He tilts his head. “Yes. It’s mostly my personal business I run from here, but sometimes, I will see to pack issues here.”

Curious, I ask, “What business do you run?”

He smiles sweetly. “A few. Would you like a brownie?” he asks, changing the subject. I roll my eyes, letting him know I see exactly what he’s up to.

Walking around the room, I take a seat on the sofa. It’s a little stiff, but the leather is buttery soft. “No thanks. I might just go get in bed. I’m beat.”

Standing, he comes to join me, picking up my feet and dropping them into his lap. I sigh, it’s wonderful when he touches me. “Unfortunately, I have a few more things that need my attention tonight since I played college guide today.” He smiles while rubbing my ankles and legs, my head falls back as I relax from his touch.

“You could stay here, but I’ll be on the phone quite a bit. Would you like me to take you to our room, Little One?” His voice is so soft.

“I like hearing your voice. I’ll stay, if that’s okay? I don’t want to intrude,” I say sleepily.