The breakfast was sweet of him, going out of his way to cook for me, so I didn’t need to face up to a dining room full of strangers when he realised I was feeling fed up. Makes it almost forgivable he was checking out my butt. Almost…
He seems to be being really kind to me, but I am sure he is just trying to be nice because he has to be, yet when I suggest that he gets all defensive, so I am just going to leave it. I can’t be bothered, I need to be doing what I need to do, learn what I need to learn and hopefully they will let me leave.
After I wash up the pots, pans and plates from breakfast, I see Tate watching me from the breakfast bar. I swear if he is checking out my butt again I am going to kick his ass…
“You ready to go see Alpha?” he asks.
Oh s**t, I forgot about that. He ment
