It had only been just over twenty-four hours since he'd seen Rina last, but it was driving both man and wolf insane. Felix sat in his office, staring at his desk, and tapping his fingers on its surface, trying to control the insane need to find the prickly, cranky leopardess, strip her bare, and lick every inch of that beautiful, beautiful skin. Twice.
His phone buzzed and with an irritated huff, he picked it up to see who it was. Olivia probably had his order of fertiliser ready by now, so it was most likely the warehouse letting him know that the delivery had been dispatched.
It wasn't.
Thank you for the gloves.
Felix smiled. It was Rina. She was thinking about him – or at least, his gift.
He quickly texted back. You're welcome. Tell me how you find them :)
Her reply came just a scant few moments later. I'm planning to use them tonight, after my shift. Felix's grin widened. God, she'd be so beautiful when she fought. All that strength, all that energy, focused on one goal. Magnificent. Another text came through: I can't wait!
Felix laughed. His wolf preened at the excellent choice. He hoped that she knew it meant that he cared about her, wanted her to be safe. Something about the way she'd spoken about those old gloves had led Felix to believe that they'd been special to her, so that his pair had delighted her so was really the true gift.
I want to watch. He chuckled as he imagined Rina's reaction to his double entendre. Would she gasp in outrage? Would she blush? Would she huff in exasperation and roll her eyes? Before she got a chance to reply, he added: You'll have to show me how to box sometime.
Her reply was a few moments in arriving, as if she was carefully thinking about her reply. I'll show you how to box. As well as other things, wolfie.
Felix laughed outright then. If someone were to walk into his greenhouse office right now, he was sure they'd think he was a lunatic. But falling in love was a sort of madness, too.
He quickly replied. Can't wait. Xx
He glanced over at his next gift, and wondered what her reaction would be. He needed to do a little more breaking and entering this afternoon to deliver the large box of dark chocolates that sat on his desk. The box was a royal blue, the chocolate inside the finest, smoothest, Belgian works of art. It was a bit of a risk, giving Rina dark chocolate; what if she preferred milk chocolate – or, horror of horrors, white chocolate? If the latter were the case, then he and Rina were going to have serious words about how the definition of chocolate implied actual cocoa content.
He leaned back in his chair, rocking on the back two legs, and daydreamed about Rina's reaction. She'd probably be a little mad at him for sneaking into her house again. And she'd definitely let him know that. His wolf bared its teeth at the thought; both man and wolf couldn't wait to tangle with their leopard.
