Fae-ted To The Alpha

11- You and me. A date.

Daisy

We barely had time to eat today because of the latest project we were working on. With only a twenty-minute lunch break that we gave ourselves, I was rushing through my sandwich while Patricia talked about some new office gossip which seemed to be her hobby now. I don’t blame her because, unlike me, when she leaves here, she has an empty apartment, whereas I have my family. My mind was only half-listening as I mentally ran through the code changes, I needed to push before the afternoon meeting.

Then, as if summoned by the universe to make my life more complicated, M. Frost appeared at our table, causing my eyes to pop out of my head and my heart to speed up. Yes, Rik. He told me his name was Rik, while his name was sewn in as ‘M’. What was this M?

Pat looked up first and greeted him as if he were just another senior employee stopping by which happens often enough. That was until he turned his piercing gaze on me.

“Hey,” he said smoothly, eyes wide, bright and unreadable. “Mind if I sit?”

Did the air just cackle between us? Nevertheless, I hesitated, but Pat, as if reading the tension crackling between us, waved casually, but I could read her dying need for this new sizzling gossip that I had kept from her. “Sure, plenty of space.”

He sat swiftly, not giving me a chance to decline, and turned to Patricia. “I don't believe we've met. I'm Malrik.”

Malrik. Hmm. Interesting that he said his name was Rik to me. Wait was that Rick or Rik like I had assumed? Malrick? Frost. Hmm. How very suiting to the man.

“Patricia. Best friend of Daisy,” she replied, shaking his hand with a bemused smile.

Malrik smirked, then looked at me, releasing her hand and looking at my nearly eaten tuna sandwich, and I swallowed again as if my throat was dry. “Mind giving us a moment, Patricia?”

Pat looked at me for confirmation. My wide eyes screamed, What the hell is he doing here?! but all I could do was nod weakly. With a dramatic sigh, Pat stood, taking her sandwich with her, which I knew she would finish in the office and not here for everyone as a show that she was kicked out from our table. “Fine, but you owe me details later, bestie.” She gave Rik a long look before walking off but raised her wrist donning her wristwatch to remind me to pay attention to the time because we needed the codes checked.

Now, it was just us.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked immediately, his voice low and intense and my eyes fell onto his slender hands on the small tabletop. Hands that I know how they felt. A touch I wanted to experience again.

Truly, I had not been- not really anyway, because I was busy with work but I swallowed hard, my throat really parched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Is it me? Or is it him?”

My stomach twisted. Him. The wolf. I knew without him even saying it. That thing in his head, the one all Were Folks had... a presence, a beast, a second mind.

My heart bounced against my chest and I exhaled sharply. “I-” But instead of answering, the words that came out shocked even me. “Go out with me.”

Rik’s brows shot up. “What?”

“What?” Again, I could feel the electricity in the air. I had to repeat it? I clenched my jaw as if I could force the words back inside. I couldn’t. “Tonight. You and me. A date.” What was that? I wished the earth would open and swallow me up but even as I stare nervously at him, I knew he would not turn me down, after all, he wanted me to come to his home for dinner, right?

He studied me for what felt like a long moment, searching my face. Then, to my utter disbelief- even though I knew he would say yes, a slow smirk spread across his lips. “Alright.”

Panic and excitement flared in my chest. What the hell was I thinking? ... but yay for thinking it!

Later that night, I stood in front of my mirror, second-guessing my entire life. A date with Rik? A werewolf and a fae? Was I insane?

Pat’s voice replayed in my head- “This is either going to be amazing or an absolute disaster.” Yes, I told my bestie that he had asked me out before, and we had a couple of drinks but that was it. Nothing else. And now he wanted another date with me. I mean, it was a lie, but technically it wasn’t, right?

I smoothed my dress down. Not too fancy, not too casual, but as I was about to leave, I had a change of heart. Something about this dress did not feel right about tonight, it was a dress both Patricia and I had chosen while she did my makeup, but now... neh.

Ten minutes later, I looked at my reflection quite pleased with the result. I had gone all out tonight, and it showed. A rose-colored dress that hugged my curves like a second skin, the silky material catching the light as I moved. The deep V neckline hinted at elegance rather than boldness, and the way the dress cascaded to my tiny knees, with a delicate slit on one side, gave just the right amount of allure. Matching rose-colored heels added height, elongating my shapely slim legs, in a way that made me feel effortlessly graceful. Long, dangling diamond earrings framed my face, catching every flicker of candlelight- a gift from Jordan, also the expensive jewelry adorning my wrists and fingers which only added to the luxurious aura I exuded. My makeup was impeccable- soft, romantic pinks and warm golds blended seamlessly over my eyelids, my lashes long and curled to perfection. A subtle glow highlighted my cheekbones, and my lips, painted a luscious, deep rose, inviting attention. The final touch? A spritz of luxury perfume, warm vanilla, rich amber, and a whisper of jasmine, a scent that clung to my skin like a secret waiting to be uncovered.

Just enough to say, I totally did not plan to seduce you but accidents happen.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Rik was already there, waiting outside and once again I could feel this pull towards him. His dark suit was crisp, but his posture was casual, one hand in his pocket, his piercing gaze focused entirely on me. The sight of him sent my pulse into a frenzy, and my hands instinctively tightened around the clutch I carried. How was it possible for someone to look so devastatingly good and yet completely unbothered by it? The sharp cut of his navy blue suit molded to his broad shoulders and tapered waist, exuding effortless confidence. Underneath, a crisp white dress shirt lay open at the collar, revealing just a hint of tanned skin. The tailored fabric stretched over his frame, accentuating every inch of his strength, while his dark hair, usually a little untamed, was neatly styled back, giving him a dangerously refined look. And shining black shoes.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful.”

The air in my lungs seemed to vanish. He stood tall, commanding the space with a quiet authority that sent a shiver down my spine with his simple compliment. I swallowed. No, we looked beautiful. “Thanks. You clean up nice yourself.”

We settled at our table, exchanging small talk, but there was an underlying tension in the air- an undeniable, electric pull. The conversation flowed effortlessly, but my mind was hyper-aware of everything. The way his perfectly manicured fingers tapped lightly against the table. The way his lips curled slightly when I said something sarcastic. The way his gaze kept flickering to my mouth.

The conversation was light. We spoke of work and his daughter, Liz who also invited her boyfriend to dinner as well though he did not say anything about whether I was coming or not. I told him about my family and that my mother was Fae and that I was half-fae but I didn’t really know much about my people as my mother chose to leave that world behind when she married my very human father and his wolf came on board then. I knew by the way his eyes glazed over for a few seconds.

Rik’s tongue- the very tip, darted to one corner of his mouth and slowly drew back but before he did, I saw a protruding fang and my heart hammered inside me. A tight knot in my stomach, heavy yet light at the same time, as if something is about to happen, but I can't quite tell if it's going to be exhilarating or terrifying.

After dinner, we walked outside, the night air crisp. I felt the moment hanging between us, thick with anticipation.

“I had a great time,” I admitted, not wanting the night to end, and asked him where he had parked because I took a taxi.

He nodded. "Uh, Daisy, this is embarrassing. I came with a, er, motorcycle.” Then he told me he had driven here and booked a room where he changed and walked over to the restaurant since it was basically next door.

He had plans for me as well? I hesitated, wondering if he had been thinking along the same lines as me. Then, against my better judgment, I said, “Do you want to-”

“Yes,” he interrupted, stepping closer, his voice raw, his lips against mine. “I do.”

I barely had time to process his glazed-over eyes again before his lips were on mine, and suddenly, everything was fire and urgent, yet his lips moved ever so slowly, curling my toes in the process. My heart races, each beat louder than the last, pulling me forward while I wondered where the quiet voice in my mind that was supposed to urge me to hesitate, went.

The hotel room was dimly lit, our breaths uneven as we crossed the threshold. My back hit the door as his lips claimed mine again, hands gripping my waist like he was afraid to let go.