He knew very little about the man. His photo on the app was actually of his shifted self – a beautifully sleek panther – and information was bullet points. His Wildr name was MrNumber but that gave about as much away as Adam’s handle – BunnyFuckT0y.
When Adam had contacted him they had exchanged short messages about preferences and such. And so far he was still interested, if a little business like. He hoped it wasn’t going to be like the wolf all over and end in a damp squib.
Adam rapped his fingers on the bar and took a few more swallows of his pint. He had arrived early given that the guy knew what he looked like from the app but not vice versa. Hopefully he would spot Adam and not walk out. No, of course he wouldn’t walk out – Adam knew he was pretty gorgeous. His looks were definitely not something about to put anybody off.
He checked his watch and saw he should expect the man any moment, and hoped he would be prompt – time wasters in any sense being another of Adam’s pet peeves. The door opened and some obvious wolves walked in. Those really obvious ones where you could see it in their sense of dress and haircuts before you even scented them. Adam was about to turn away when a man followed in behind them. Dressed entirely in black. Black on black on black. Well, that was one way to commit to your inner shifter, Adam mused, able to scent the panther the moment the wolves moved to the bar.
The panther stopped and looked around the room until his predatory gaze fell upon Adam and he began forward. Adam shuddered under the man’s intense eyes – one scarred but both bright and dangerous. He damn near came in his pants before MrNumber had even reached him.
Adam didn’t attempt to look away as the man stepped to the bar, despite his herbie senses telling him he should cower, possibly run. He loved the zing it sent through his nerves.
“Adam.” The man said, a statement not a question. Adam was thrown off for a moment but then remembered he had given his name in the private chat. His companion had not.
“Mr Number?” Adam’s lips twitched into a grin.
“Le Chiffre.” the man offered his name and his hand.
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