Fiona
Monday at work rushed by in a blur of data compilation and catered meals that I devoured with an unusually voracious appetite.
Spending more time with Alexander was keeping me in better shape physically. And I had decided that I was done overthinking our relationship. Sure, I enjoyed Alexander’s touch and found the sight and smell and feel of his body mouth-watering. But the bottom line was that I needed his body close to mine for practical reasons. I had, after all, moved into the palace with him for the express purpose of sleeping beside the father of my child, whose strength our cub needed nearby to survive – without killing me in the process.
I wolfed down my breakfast, lunch, and dinner in my office, for the first time in weeks declining all meeting invitations, keeping my
