Alexander
Jordan sat across from me at my favorite table at TAO, her legs crossed and her eyes focused solely on the menu. Ever since I surprised her in her office, she'd barely been able to look at me. I caught her stealing little glimpses, but she always immediately looked away. Why was she avoiding my gaze? I could sense her fear, which frustrated me. A mate wasn't supposed to evoke fear; she should feel at ease in my presence.
I had given her some time to collect herself, but patience was never my strong suit. Deciding it was time to talk, I gently lifted the menu from her hands and closed it on the table. "Are you ready to tell me what's going on?" I asked.
Still avoiding my eyes, she turned her attention to the waitstaff bustling around the large dining room. Her fingers drummed l
