Free Dragon Trip: A Dragon Shifter Menage BBW Series (Chasing Her Mates Book 1) by Rachel S. William Page A

asked.
    Macy raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting from his outstretched hand, to the extreme look of mischief in his face. She shook her head. “I am afraid, I do not know what you are talking about.” She replied, clenching her jaw. She figured if she physically forced her lips shut, she could stop herself from completely relinquishing all of her control to Jason, who was always so much more attractive than she liked to admit that he was.
    He winked at her. “Oh come on. How are you going to stage a coup when you’ve never even been to the basement?”
    She couldn’t help but to giggle at this. “The basement?” she asked.
    He nodded solemnly, his eyes boring right into her. “Yes. I can show you where the grease-monkeys live.” He offered.
    There was something about Jason that always made it impossible for Macy to resist him, so, without fully understanding what it was that she was about to do, she stood up, an action that brought her within three inches of him. His eyes scanned the length of her body, picking up everything from her full quivering bottom lip, to the curves of her body, accentuated by the black minidress she had only dared wear because it was laundry day and was certain Alexis would fire her on the spot if she ever saw her in jeans. “Okay fine. But if I don’t see a single monkey, I won’t ever trust you again.” She teased.
    He scoffed. “I was completely unaware that you trusted me in the first place.” He replied as he led her down the hall to the elevator.
    She shrugged as she reached in front of him to press the, “down,” button. As she stepped back, she was certain she could feel his eyes boring into her back, so she took the liberty of making sure her dress was pulled all the way down for the third time in the last five minutes.
    Jason chuckled at this. “Don’t worry, honey. You’re not showing me your good stuff…” he replied.
    The elevator arrived, the doors swinging open with a chime.
    “Unfortunately….” He continued with a dark voice.
    Aside from a short side-glance, Macy pretended she hadn’t heard any of that and pressed past him, getting into the elevator. He chuckled as he followed her in, letting the door close behind them. She bit her lip as her stomach lurched with the elevator’s quick speed. She folded her hands together in front of her a tried to pretend that Jason wasn’t staring at her the entire time. She could feel the heat in the small space as the two of them had become space heaters of sexual desire more so than anything else.
    Finally, the bell chimed and the doors swung open, revealing what looked like a basement factory. “The printing press.” She breathed, her heart skipping at the magnificent sight.
    Jason nodded. “Right you are.” He replied as he stepped in front of her, his hand outstretched behind him.
    Macy stared at it, her gaze shifting from his long fingers to his eager eyes, but wasn’t entirely sure she should partake.
    He then rolled his eyes. “Well, c’mon!” he urged.
    Macy jumped, but grabbed his hand anyway, completely unable to resist.
    “This place has actually been around since around the time the very first printing press was invented.” He explained as he led her down the isle of machines working basically of their own accord.
    Macy smiled and nodded at the first person they came across, a stout man with long hair he wore tied at the base of his neck and a greasy smile stretched across his face. “How many people work down here?” she asked.
    He shrugged. “I have absolutely no idea.” He replied. “Who would know that?”
    Macy slowed to a stop, her gaze sweeping the room, taking in everything from the loud machines, pumping out millions of pages a minute to the men dotting the room, all equally greasy, equally stout and unassuming. She could tell that they were probably migrant workers, or people riding the base of the social latter, because who in their right mind, with a true choice, would choose to