Rig got to the coffee shop at 6:45. He was going to do it right this time. He would take it slow and keep a tight rein on his libido and his wolf. He found a table for two with a bit of privacy and settled to wait.
"I'm here :) Got us a table." he texted.
Georgia walked in ten minutes later. He felt a tingle running up his spine and looked up at the door just before she came in. His determination to keep his wolf in check was tested as soon as he saw her. She was wearing a peach blouse, unbuttoned far enough to show off the cleavage he'd been daydreaming about. Her hair was up, showing off her elegant neck and pretty ears.
His wolf perked up, straining towards her. She scanned the shop, catching sight of him in the corner and moving in his direction. In contrast to her demure behavior yesterday the woman walking toward him oozed confidence and sex appeal. She was wearing high heels today that emphasised her strut as she stalked toward him. His wolf growled as heads turned to follow her.
He was waiting for her this time, looking casual and sexy. He had on a blue tshirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and strained around his biceps when he moved his arms. An image from last night's fantasy popped into her mind, Rig kneeling between her legs, shirtless, stroking his cock while devouring her with his eyes.
She stumbled and stopped, looking around in confusion. What was she doing? Stomping through the coffee shop like she was on a catwalk. What were all these other people seeing? A sexy man every woman in here was eyeing up and a mousy girl with too much to her curves that people always looked right over.
Rig saw it happen, saw the smile falter and something happen behind her eyes. She slowed as she moved towards him and he knew he had to act fast to get her back from the edge of whatever rabbit hole she was heading down.
"Georgia!" He jumped up and moved to meet her, taking her hand and pulling her toward the table. The spark as their hands met made them both jump. "You must be a morning person, it's not fair to look so gorgeous and pulled together at 7am."
She laughed, self consciously looking around at the other customers. "I am a morning person as a matter of fact."
He pulled a chair out for her and moved his to sit next to her. "I'm not normally a morning person but this morning I was up before my alarm. I had some extra motivation in the form of a breakfast date."
Her cheeks warmed up, a light pink blooming as she looked down at her hands. "Maybe we should have met later, I didn't mean to drag you out of bed so early."
"No," he laughed, "I suggested breakfast if you remember. I can ask the court reporter to read back last nights texts if you'd like?" He picked up his phone and waggled it toward her.
"Ah, yes," She relaxed a little, grinning at him, "So it's all your fault then."
"I take full responsibility." He held his hands up in surrender. Their eyes met and they were trapped for a long moment, their breathing falling into a matching rhythm. The moment was broken by one of the wait staff dropping a tray. They both jumped and looked toward the commotion.
"Well," Georgia cleared her throat, "Would you like to get some coffee?"
"Yes, and some of that quiche you bragged on." He held out his hand and she took it without hesitation, then looked surprised when she realized what she'd done. He kept ahold of her as they walked to the counter. Maybe he was pushing it, but he needed to be touching her in some way.
Trembling and disconcerted, Georgia decided against caffeine and opted for juice along with her favorite quiche, hoping her rolling stomach would allow her to eat.
"I'll have the same." Rig ordered, oblivious to the envious look the barista shot at Georgia.
He had to release her to pay and was disappointed when she quickly moved away toward the pickup counter to prevent him from recapturing her hand. He took a deep breath before he followed her and reminded himself to take it slow. He was in it for the long haul, Will and Karen had called it, and they'd reassured him it would all work out.
They chatted as they had yesterday, for the most part comfortable in each others company. Neither had much of an appetite and picked at their food.
He saw what the women in his family had pointed out, Georgia had a very poor opinion of herself and there were moments when he had to gently pull her back from a negative train of thought. She also had him spinning with shifts between being blatantly flirtatious and painfully shy, on that he was glad his Alpha's had warned him. He could see she was uncomfortable and confused but thought she did an impressive job of keeping the conversation rolling.
Georgia was struggling to maintain any kind of composure. She was having what felt like hot flashes, her body suddenly heating up uncomfortably, leaving her nearly shivering with cold in the aftermath. Being so near to Rig again she felt her panties getting damp, her body not caring what else was going on but reacting to him in the most primal way. To make matters worse she kept brazenly flirting with him, something completely uncharacteristic for her.
This would be so much easier if he wasn't so perfect in every way. He was smart, well read, clever and sensitive. He was exactly the kind of guy she would be interested in, even without the uncanny magnetism. If he could be just a little less like something straight off the pages of a "hunk a day" calendar she would be a lot more confident.
All too soon her alarm went off, it was time for her to head to the office. She didn't miss the disappointment on Rig's face, she found it thrilling and unbelievable.
"I guess that's it for this morning." she quipped, gathering up her bag. Rig reached out and caught her hand. She stared at it, feeling that weird static electricity feeling again when their skin touched. It was like an itch and her instincts told her there was only one way to scratch it. It was almost like a memory, the feel of his hands behind her knees, spreading her legs.
"When can I see you again?" he asked urgently.
She blinked, coming out of her daydream "We could try dinner, tomorrow night."
"That feels like a long time away, but I'll try to be patient." He gave her what he hoped was his most charming smile. She blushed and the scent of her arousal increased. Rig thought back to the fantasy they'd shared last night, the way she looked as she climaxed. Again he wonder if she'd cum when he told her too.
"Do you want me to pick you up or this time do you want to come for me?" He asked, putting a bit of growl into the last words.
Her head came up, her eyes dilated. He could hear her heartbeat speed up and he knew it was true. She had shared the fantasy and she'd cum just for him.
"What?" She blinked and looked adorably flustered.
