Hallo lovely people!

I just want to inform you that I will be leaving for a short vacation and I won't be updating for the next 2 weeks.

I hope that you guys won't mind to much about that.

But enough about me, you aren't here for me. So without any further interruptions from me here is the next part.

So enjoy!


Part 2

I turn to the coffee machine to make Derek's coffee only to remember that I forget to ask Erica how he likes it. I turn back to the hall and walk back to the front.

Sam and Suné are just leaving and I wave at them. They wave back and exit the shop. "Hey Cat woman, how does Derek take his coffee?" I ask the blond woman. Erica and Isaac both turn to look at me with shock written on their faces.

"What you mean Batman?" comes from Erica. "Why do you want to know?" comes from Isaac. I look between them. "Because I asked him if he wanted coffee and he said yes and gave me his mug," I say slowly. The both gape at me. "Oh Grumpy pants is opening up to other people," Erica says excitedly and claps her hands together.

I can only look at them in confusion. "No one makes Derek's coffee except Derek," Isaac explains and gets up from behind the counter. He gestures for me to follow him. He leads me to the back again and stops at a door opposite from the kitchen. He knocks on it and opens it up when there is a gruff 'Come in'. We walk into the room and I glance around at the interior.

There's a bunch of art of flowers on the walls and wolves as well. The room is painted red and all the furniture is black. There is a tattoo bed on the right and a tattoo table on the left. A bunch of shelves adorn the walls with different kinds of ink bottles and needles. And a vase of calla lilies. Derek is sitting at the table busy sketching a rose with a long stem. On the stem are a pack of thorns and a few leaves. It looks amazing.

I walk over to it, hands in my back pockets, and admire the detail that went into every petal of the rose. "What colour are you going to make this?" I ask and look at him. "Red," he grumbles. I nod my head at that. It makes sense. Most people associates a red rose with romance, which is not wrong, but it also represents anger and danger. Which let's face it, romance basically is, if you think about it.

"Stiles wanted to know how you want your coffee," Isaac says from the doorway and walks away. I smile an over the top smile at Derek and back away from him and the table. "Black with two sugars," he says and turns back to the rose. "Like his soul," Erica chimes from the doorway.

Derek turns around and glares at her and she bolts. I try to hide my smile at her antics. "You can just walk in when you bring my coffee, you don't need to knock," Derek says. I nod and leave him to his drawing, closing the door behind me.

I make quick work of his coffee and make myself a cup as well. I put off the coffee machine and pick up the pug mug. I beam down at the mug and walk over to his office door. I push down on the handle with my elbow and lightly kick the door open. Derek turns around to look at me and gets up to take the mug from my hand. His mouth twitches as if he is about to smile and thanks me. I turn around to leave but Derek speaks one word that makes me stop.

"Stay."

I turn back around and stare at him.

"Please."

I walk over to the tattoo bed and jump up on it. It sways under my actions and I go ridged. Please, oh God please, don't break on me. The bed settles and I relax.

"Erica has spent most, if not all, of her lunch breaks over at your shop, so I'm going to assume that the two of you have gotten close," Derek murmurs. I sip from my coffee and nod at him. "Yeah, she has spent a lot of time at the shop. She likes to call it her 'Get Away' place. Or her 'Mini Vacation' spot," I say.

Derek nods and turns his whole body toward me. "Why? What kind of shop do you have?" he asks and I stare at him. His shop is right next to mine and he doesn't know what kind of shop I have? I find that hard to believe. "I have a flower shop. How have you not noticed that?"

"I get in from the back. I've never come in from the front or driven past the front of the shop," he says, sipping his coffee. I smile at him again. The mug in his hand does not go with the gruff tattoo man but somehow it makes him look softer. "So you don't know what the front of you own shop looks like?" I ask him. He shakes his head.

"Wow your trust in the painters is great. I mean they could have fucked up and you wouldn't even know," I say with a snort. "Erica or Isaac would have said something if there was something wrong with it." "Really you think Erica would have told you? With the way she acts? And you know how good she is at threatening people; she could have threatened Isaac into not telling you."

Derek stares at me thoughtfully. I quirk an eyebrow at him. He quickly gets up and walks over to me. "You make a great point, so I'm going to ask you if you think there is anything wrong with the front of the shop." He gets real close to me and takes my mug from my hand. He sets it down on the shelf over my head.

I gulp and shake my head no. He steps even closer to me and pushes one leg between my legs. I open up my legs and he steps fully in between them. He looks down at me with dark shadows covering his face.

"Can I ask you a question, Stiles?"

I nod like my life depends on it. He leans down. He cups my cheek with his right hand and let his left hand trail down my arm.

"Mind if I kiss you?"

I surge up and our lips connect. His lips are soft and plush and taste like strawberries and coffee. He presses harder on my lips, entwines his fingers with mine. I grab onto his shoulder and pull at him. He breaks the kiss and I breathe in as much air as I can. All thoughts leave me as I lay down on the bed and he gets up, over me. His left hand is still entwined with mine so he supports all of his weight on his right one. He leans down to kiss me again. My right hand goes to the back of his head and rests there. The kiss is a mix between desperate and lethargic.

"Derek, there's a client in front to see you." Erica's voice causes us to break apart and we both turn to look at the open doorway. Didn't I close that door? "Oh sorry to interrupt, didn't know you were already busy with someone," she says and smirks at me. I close my eyes. So not going to live this down. I feel a peck on my lips. My eyes fly open and I stare straight into Derek's. "We will continue this later," he whispers and gets off the bed. He pulls me with him because our hands are still attached. He pulls me into his body and pecks me on the lips one more time before letting me go and walking out the office.

Holy shit!

Did that just happen?

"So…" Erica begins and walks into the office. "Not here," is all I say. She nods and walks out of the office again. I grab my mug from the shelf and walk out of the office into the kitchen. I down the rest of my coffee and putt my mug in the sink.

"Hey, Stiles?" Derek's voice drifts from the hall. I walk to the open doorway and see Derek with a very blond, very curvious and very big boobed woman. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?" he questions. I nod and he walks over to me. I glare at the woman over his shoulder as she very clearly checks out his ass. Obvious much? He leans down and kisses me properly. He leans back and turns around, showing the woman into his office. Might have been a little of a hypocrite as I check out his ass as well.

I grab my bag and walk to the front. A smirk immediately slips onto Erica's face as soon as she sees me. "I see you and Derek are getting along great," she comments, Isaac looks at her and then back at me, raising both of his eyebrows in a questioning manner. A brilliant heat converses on my face and I can only imagine the deep red blush on my cheeks. "One could say that," I say. Her smirk only grows and Isaac's eyebrows say hi to his hairline.

"Care to enlighten the rest of the class?" Isaac inquires.

"And that right there is my queue to leave. Bye guys, I will see you tomorrow morning," I say and exit the shop as fast as my legs will let me.


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I hope all of you have a wonderful weekend!

Love From The Wolfiest Girl You Will Ever Meet...

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