Dragon Trip: A Dragon Shifter Menage BBW Series (Chasing Her Mates Book 1) Read Free Page A

like she was preparing for a business lunch. After she hastily filled her brief case with a bunch of meaningless documents, she left her cubicle and shot Jason a curt nod on the way to the elevator.
    She stabbed the button and waited not-so-patiently for her carriage to take her away.
    On the bottom floor, she darted out of the elevator and power-walked out of the building. Her tired feet propelled her down the avenues, fueled by her own fear and deep desire to escape from herself and from whatever it was that had just happened between her and Jason. She didn’t stop until she got stuck on the corner of 76 th and 5 th a traffic light keeping her feet glued to the sidewalk and central park blocking the chance of moving any farther west.
    By the time the light changed, she had convinced herself that it might have actually been a good idea to take a short walk in the park after all. The place was huge, which made her chances of running into Jason, slim to none. So she continued across the street and through the heavy, large gates that marked the entrance into one of the world’s most recognizable parks.
    Once inside, she instantly felt a thousand times better. She slowed her pacing to an unassuming stroll as she swung her brief case in her right hand and gazed around her, taking in the calming sights. It didn’t take her too long to realize that she actually did recognize this part of the park. A smile played at the corners of her lips as she took in the rolling hills, covered in the grass newly sprouted out of the ground in the coming spring and the small flowers budding from the trees. As she approached one of the many bridges that crossed a body of water, she could hear the sounds of fishes and ducks splashing around in the water. There was the faint chorus of voices and giggles, but they were nowhere near invasive, and only traveled from far distances, hitching a ride on the wind.
    Once over the bridge, she could hear the sounds of screaming and applause. The farther she got along the path, the louder it sounded. As she turned the last bend, she was bombarded by the sharp sound of Bohemian music surging through the light spring afternoon. A dense crowd of people had formed around what Macy knew from many years living in the city, had to have been a street performer. They screamed in wonder, urging whoever it with their synchronized clapping.
    Macy kept her distance, cocking her head to the side as she wondered what they could possibly be doing that was this entertaining. Central park performers would be immensely lucky if they could manage to draw a fraction of this crowd.
    As she thought this, the crowd let out a collective gasp. The circle they had made with their bodies fanned out, creating a great divide in the group of people. Before Macy had any time to wonder what the heck was going on, fire surged through the newly formed opening. It traveled so far that Macy could feel the heat of it, even from that distance.
    She jumped back, her heart skipping a beat in her fear, but soon enough, the fire cleared, revealing a man taller than any she had ever seen in her life. His skin was tanned and nearly sparkled in the afternoon light. His eyes were a brilliant green color, and were framed by coal eyeliner. He squinted at her and she was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to actually see someone as unassuming as her from such a far distance, but he slammed what looked like a staff, into the concrete pavement, sending a rumble through the ground, and lifting his left hand, bending his fingers ever so slightly to beckon her.
    Everything inside of Macy told her it was a bad idea: there was no way he was actually talking to her; she was bad at meeting new people; the last thing she wanted was to become a prop in his stage act… but nevertheless, she could not resist.
    He played to all the fantasies she hadn’t even realized she had.
    As a tentative applause began and quickly gained ground, she made her way towards him, her