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

work in this place? Where they were underground without so much as a window to keep them updated on what was going on in the outside world.
    Macy could feel a short story forming itself in the back of her mind, Jason yanked her arm, throwing her tentative creative thoughts out of her reach.
    “C’mon, I have to show you something.” He explained as he continued on down the isles.
    Eventually, they came to the end of the rows of workers and machines, and found themselves staring at a back wall. Macy gasped as she found herself staring at a wall covered in old newspaper clippings from The NewYorker, the Times, and even New York Times. There was everything from Pearl Harbor to studio 54, to Vietnam… It was a wall composed entirely of all the most beautifully exciting things that had happened before she was alive, much less competent enough to write about any of it.
    Jason stepped behind her, placing both of his hands on each of her shoulders. “You see, the basement as a slush pile of its own.” He murmured into her ear as his hands slipped from her shoulders, caressing her upper arms. “I mean, it’s a hundred times more interesting… but still.” He replied.
    Macy’s eyes went wide. “So you made this?” she breathed.
    He nodded, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
    She froze. Call her stupid, but this was the last thing she would have expected from him on their little adventure to procrastinate on real, deadline-bound, work.
    “Yes.” He whispered. “But I have one more thing to show you.” He replied.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Jason grabbed her hand once again and led her down the side of the wall. Soon enough, they had traveled all the way to the right side of the room and were standing in front of a door. There was a set of blinds covering what looked like a mirror that ran the length of the entire door. Macy assumed she was looking at an office, which is why it completely floored her when Jason unhooked a set of keys from one of his back belt loops and let go of her hand for as long as it took to open the door.
    Macy’s eyes went wide as she asked, “How did you get this key?” she asked as he grabbed he hand again and led her into the room.
    He shrugged. “It was just lying around somewhere.” He replied in a nonchalant voice.
    She blinked incessantly as he shut the door behind her and stood in front of it, patiently waiting for her to take in everything about the room. She gasped at the centerpiece of the aged oak desk on the far wall: a bonafide typewriter. She couldn’t believe she was actually staring at one. “Oh my God. This can’t be real!” she screeched as she rushed over to sit at the desk.
    He nodded following her with calculated footsteps. “It is. I know how obsessed you are with stuff like this, so I thought it might make your day better to see it.”
    Macy’s heart swelled. No one had ever been this thoughtful of her in a long time. In fact, since her last relationship, which ended far too long ago for her to still be justified in thinking about it in this way. “This is amazing.” She breathed as she punched one of the keys. A deep thump echoed through the room, reverberating through the wood of the desk as a puff of air filled the space in front of her.
    He sat in the chair across from her a mischievous grin on his face. “Now, this is my secret hiding place, so don’t tell anyone about it.”
    Macy raised an eyebrow, resting her elbows on the table in front of her and leaning into him. “Your secret hiding place?” she asked as her eyes caught sight of the small modern art piece above the door.
    He nodded slowly. “I’m serious Macy. Some of us need just need to hide every once in a while.” He replied.
    She could feel her skin crawling as goose bumps sprouted on top of it. Her stomach flipped, dipping low into her gut as she looked into her eyes and saw a real person staring back. A lump formed itself in her throat because she was nowhere ready to accept that reality. It