Madson seemed uncomfortable, looking at each member in the room and becoming oblivious to the conversations happening at the table.
This irritated me; I didn't want her to feel this way at the dinner. "We could create a new protocol for the technologies we're going to adapt in the pack..." Half commented excitedly.
"First course!" I ordered, cutting him off. The poor male thought I was angry with him and fell silent as the waiters brought the first appetizer.
I thought this would make her feel less out of place at the table, but what happened only annoyed me even more.
I caught a glimpse of the waiter who was serving her attempting to smell my guest. She shot him a deadly look, denying any s****l advances, and he retreated wounded by the rejection.
I smiled, satisfied with her respons
