Gordon cleared his throat.
"Let's not talk here," he said, putting one hand on Ronan's and Lucien's shoulder each. "Alpha Ronan, Lucien, let's go to my private space instead."
"Lucien..."
Ronan reached out to touch Lucien, but his hand was smacked away again.
"I said, don't touch me," Lucien snapped at him.
He stalked away without even granting Ronan a single glance.
"..."
Gordon took Ronan and Lucien to his office.
It was maybe around half of Ronan's office with sparse furniture. The most interesting feature was probably the half dome made of glass that covered half of the office.
Beneath the dome was a bunch of fluffy lounge sofas, probably serving as a sunbathing area for Gordon. A few potted trees loomed above the chairs, acting as natural shades.
"Talk it among yourselves, children," Gordon tapped on the couple's backs. "Take your time."
Gordon left to give them some space. The door closed with a soft click.
