#Chapter 52: Voracious

Fiona Monday at work rushed by in a blur of data compilation and catered meals that I devoured with an unusually voracious appetite. Spending more time with Alexander was keeping me in better shape physically. And I had decided that I was done overthinking our relationship. Sure, I enjoyed Alexander’s touch and found the sight and smell and feel of his body mouth-watering. But the bottom line was that I needed his body close to mine for practical reasons. I had, after all, moved into the palace with him for the express purpose of sleeping beside the father of my child, whose strength our cub needed nearby to survive – without killing me in the process. I wolfed down my breakfast, lunch, and dinner in my office, for the first time in weeks declining all meeting invitations, keeping my office door locked, and bossily telling all my colleagues that I was too busy to chat, consult on the projects, or endure their presence for any other reason at all. And I spent the day pulling all