~ Enrique ~
The delicious smell of desserts hits me as I sit at the head of the centre table in the dining room of the packhouse, finishing off the main course. I love my food, but I love dessert more.
I might just make the chica upstairs jealous and take my dessert up to eat it in her presence. When I got back a short while ago and went to check on her she was sitting on the bed freshly showered. She asked if she could join me for dinner; I said no and had Alondra take hers up to her, but no dessert.
Over dinner is the time the pack members can bring their troubles that don’t include privacy to me.
Me eating with them is a silent invitation for them to do so, or just come say hi, not something I enjoy especially with some of the women being annoying but even though I know I’m not that
