#Chapter 40: First Kiss

I usually enjoyed Matilda's freshly cut grass smell. It was refreshing and natural, just like her character, and over the few assignments we'd shared I'd come to have respect for her abilities and to appreciate her kindness. But when I walked into Charles' office her scent was overwhelming, enhanced by her happiness pheromones. She had been very happy about something when she was talking to Charles in there and I struggled against my suspicious mind. I felt like I knew them both well enough to think they weren't a very good match. But then again, I had no idea what Charles was thinking half the time. His Alpha logic defied my more intuitive way of thinking about people. Still, I tried to believe nothing untoward happened and sat down to think about dinner. Charles sat and relaxed on the seat across from me, looking the same as ever. There was no trace on his face to show he had slept somewhere other than his usual bed, nothing to show he had perhaps spent a night snuggli