Chapter 37 She Was His Mate

• Xaver sat behind the sleek and glimmering mahogany desk in his office. Sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows bathing the office in a soft glow. In his hand was a sack of documents; his piercing eyes scanned the document, yet his focus faltered; his thoughts were elsewhere.
• His thoughts were filled with her, with his desire for her. He had a lot of work to do, documents he needed to go through, and no matter how often he tried, his thoughts kept circling back, leaving the same paragraph unread, his focus utterly absent.
• Fuck.