Chapter Twenty
Walking towards my desk, I could smell the scent of Boston’s sickly sweet perfume before I saw her. I let out a sigh, closing the book in my hands. Her hip was propped against my desk, arms crossed under her breasts. She looked over at me, her full red lips pressed together. She’d be pretty if she wasn’t after my mate.
“I’d like to ask Marcus on a date.”
There was no greeting with her, not that I’d expected one. Straight to the point and most of the time that was something I could appreciate. Now I just wanted her gone. Sitting the book on my desk, I crossed my arms over my chest. My fingers moving to the keyboard, “That’s something you’ll have to take up with Marcus.”
“You know he won’t take another more fitting mate, unless you approve it.” She said, turning to look
