“Can I come in?” Andrea asks standing at my office door and I look at her with a smile.

“You don’t need to take my permission love,” I reply and she enters.

She wanted to sit in a chair, but I pull her and make her sit on my lap.

She gasps but finally sits there shyly.

“Did you have breakfast?” I ask and she nods.

She keeps silent, but from her fidgeting with her cloth I know she is nervous.

Maybe she wants to ask something?

Am I that scary that she doesn’t feel comfortable around me yet?

“You have done nothing to make her feel comfortable.” My wolf...