The Tipping Point

Finally, the Alpha let her be. He went into his office to do something and left her alone in the apartment. She wasn’t used to having such a large space to live in, having spent years in the rundown motel.

She wasn’t sure what he expected her to do with her time beyond staring out the window. Was she supposed to cook and clean for him? Is that why he wanted her here? The space looked like it would need constant care to keep clean and looking like it did now. Unless he was never here to make a mess of it.

When she started taking stalk of the kitchen, she soon realized she was out of her league there. It was one thing to heat a can of soup. But the refrigerator looked like the grocery store’s entire produce section was crammed in there. Tara wasn’t a cook, she’d never learned. There wasn’t time or money to take fancy classes and her mother wasn’t much of a cook herself, if Tara remembered correctly. Then there was the issue of not having access to a kitchen, e