Freya's POV
My body jolted slightly as I tried to shake off the drowsiness. "I'm fine, really not tired at all." The words had barely left my lips when an involuntary yawn escaped.
Mack Ben's warm chuckle filled the car. "Go ahead and rest. We have an hour before we reach your office."
Staying awake would only create an uncomfortable silence between us, and attempting conversation might make things even more strained. Sleep seemed like the safest option, even if I had to fake it.
"That sounds reasonable."
My plan was to pretend to doze while mentally reviewing design sketches and organizing ideas for Mystique's post-holiday fashion show. Without warning, Mack pressed something and my seat transformed, reclining into an incredibly comfortable position that seemed designed for relaxation.
I glanced at him with surprise, and he offered a simple explanation. "This should be more comfortable for you."
"Thank you, I appreciate it." My smile felt forced as I settled back.
