Grayson
I sit behind my desk lost in thought. My mind wanders to my mate continuously. Her smile, that beautiful face of hers, the feel of her in my arms when we dance……ugh I still haven’t found a solution to this curse.
I am imagining her sitting across from me right now. So lost in my daydreams, I barely register the first knock on my door. A second more insistent one sounds and I glance at my calendar on the laptop quickly. No appointments left for today.
I walk over as they rap again very impatiently. I jerk the door open and see the angry scowl of Melinda Abbott. She looks irritated and doesn’t cover it fast enough.
“May I help you?” I ask coldly. Her attitude needs to be checked I can already tell.
She straightens her shoulders and plasters on a hostess smile as I call it. “Alph
