My hand touched my cheek as I closed the door. Today had been different. He had been different. I could feel myself beginning to open up to Jackson and it terrified me. He had made it clear he didn’t want a rogue as a mate, that I was a risk to him and his people. But at the same time he had been so kind.
“He is probably just a good guy. Didn’t know how to respond to some girl crying at him,” I muttered as I walked back inside, earning a growl from Raya. I smiled as I entered the loft. I was in love with this place. I spent the rest of the night unpacking and setting up my new home. The rest of the weekend was spent sleeping and watching movies, comfortable and feeling safe in my new home.
“Good morning, Miss Lovett.”
I looked up at the familiar voice and smiled, “Good morning, Mr. Thorpe.”
“Good weekend?” He asked as he passed through to his office.
“Good, relaxing,” I replied following him in. “Thanks again for helping on Saturday. How was the rest of your weekend?”
He shrugged, “Good.”
I looked down at my paper, “So this morning you have a conference call with Reeds Tech at ten. Then you’re open until your meeting across town at three.”
“Sounds good. Would you mind ordering in some lunch? Have it dropped at noon.”
“Will do,” I smiled and walked out of the room. I sat at my desk and exhaled. He smelled so good. His scent had been teasing me the entire conversation and I was about to lose it. Was I really the only one having a hard time like this?
Just before noon his lunch was delivered and I took the bag in. “Lunch is served,” I said, raising the bag in the air.
He sat up and walked toward me. “Good, I’m starving.”
He sat on the couch and I handed him the bag, “Enjoy.”
“Wait, you’re not joining me?”
I looked back at him and he seemed almost disappointed. “You want me to sit there and watch you eat lunch?”
He gave me a puzzled look before looking in the bag, “Why didn’t you grab yourself something?”
I shrugged, “I didn’t know I could. I thought you meant lunch for yourself.”
Jackson rolled his eyes before walking out of the office and coming back with a box lunch from the fridge. He opened all of the food and then split it all between two plates.
“There. Come eat.”
I smiled, enjoying the fact he was trying so hard to spend some time with me.
Mate wants us, Raya whispered.
“He’s just being nice,” I replied.
No. You’re just being stubborn. He wants us.
“We’ll see,” I mumbled internally.
He took a few bites of his food before sitting back, “So in terms of tomorrow...”
I could feel myself tense. I had forgotten he had asked me to come to the pack house to work tomorrow. “Uh.. yeah. Tomorrow.”
I felt a hand on my shoulder, “Sasha, I promise it will be okay. In all honesty it will actually be a pretty boring day.”
I gave him a smile but I was still hesitant. I couldn’t just erase twenty years of experiences being a rogue. There was a lot I had seen.
I stood in front of the pack house again. This time to spend the whole day, not a mere few minutes. I could feel myself shaking and on the verge of hyperventillating. I was still terrified, even if Jackson said nobody would hurt me, it wasn't something I was going to get over after one visit.
Breathe... Raya whispered. We will make it through today. We can't be terrified of this place forever.
I nodded. My wolf was right. I walked up the steps and was about to knock on the door when it swung open. I'd be lying if I said I didn't flinch.
"Miss Lovett! Oh, I'm so glad you're here!" Jackson's mother Amalia smiled warmly before placing her arm around my shoulders and walking me into the house. I knew why she was doing it, I could feel myself calming down as we walked.
"Please, call me Sasha," I offered with a smile.
"Okay Sasha, I know you have a lot to be afraid of dear, but this house isn't one of them. And if anyone says otherwise you send them to me." She gave me a wink and a squeeze before letting me go and knocking on a door. "Head on in hun, he's waiting for you."
I walked in the room and was immediately overwhelmed by sage and bergamot. "Jackson," I whispered to myself. I stepped further into the room and spoke, "Good morning, Mr. Thorpe."
He looked up from his papers and gave me a smile, "You made it."
"I made it," I countered with a small shrug.
"Take a seat, let me finish this up and I'll let you know what I need you to do."
I gave a nod and then sat in a chair across from his desk. I looked around the room while I waited. It was definitely the office of an Alpha. It almost screamed masculinity. Everything was wood and leather and metal. I turned back to Jackson, watching him as he worked. His hair was messed from running his hands through it too many times. He was dressed in a button down shirt and slacks instead of his usual dark suit and I enjoyed seeing the short sleeves trying to win a fight against his bulging muscles.
My thoughts were cut short by his warm tone. "Alright, all done."
I met his eyes with a small smile, still nervous of my surroundings. Being near him definitely helped my anxiety. "Okay, what do you need me to do?"
"I'll show you." He stood and opened a door to his left. I walked over and my eyes widened at the chaos in the room. Files. Everywhere.
"Oh dear..." I sighed.
Jackson rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah. It's become a bit of a mess. Can you help?"
"I'll try." I shook my head in disbelief before throwing my hair up into a messy bun and walking into the small room. "I'm probably going to need an insane amount of coffee."
"Yes ma'am," he smirked and walked out of his office. I began to work, taking stacks of files and placing them in piles. Jackson walked back in with a cart of assorted drinks and snacks.
"I figured we'd just need all of this."
"Smart," I laughed as I gazed at the cart full of food and caffeine.
After a few hours I grabbed the last of the files and placed them on his desk. "Okay, almost done. I don't quite know what these files are for or what they are about so I need you to tell me where to put them."
Jackson looked through each file and gave them back to me so I could place them in their proper spots. I stood outside the closet, my hands on my hips, "Okay! Done."
Jackson looked up from his work and walked over to the very organized closet. "Awesome! I have a few more things I need your help with that we can go over after lunch. Hungry?"
The growl in my stomach answered his question and he gave me a wink before leading me out of the office.