Ursanthropy
10. Odd Feelings

Jack

My men were having a day off, but I needed to see her, just for a moment.

I sat in my parked truck, while looking inside through the window of the diner.

She was working together with Vic, and Bertha was nowhere to be seen.

“What are you doing here at the diner, sis?” I linked her.

Her head shot up and she looked outside, scanning where I could be, until she saw my truck and squinted her eyes.

“Helping out, Bertha was too tired. Why are you spying on us, from there?” She asked me.

“I wanted to see her but I can’t go inside, her scent would drive me crazy if I were close.” I replied.

“Well, I know that she was your mate, ever since you started talking about her, but how odd as it may be, I don’t think that she has a scent. I don’t know what you have been talking about actually, she still seems human to me.” She said, while continuing to serve the customers.

What? She doesn’t have a scent? But I clearly had caught on to it last night!

I turned down the window of my car, and tried to catch a sliver of that smell that I fairly can memorise from our encounter. It was confusing me, as I didn’t catch on to anything besides the scent of Vic.

After opening the door of my car, I stepped out and walked towards the door of the diner. The bell above the door rang, as I stepped inside and both Vic and Doreen greeted me by hearing the sound of it.

Doreen flinched for a second, when she realised that it was me who stepped inside the diner, but soon turned her body, to continue her work.

And I just stood there, completely unaware of the stares that were being thrown at me, and completely confused that I couldn’t detect the sweet aroma that I had almost tasted, when I had been hovering over her yesterday!

I couldn’t sense any arousal from her, as both the lack of sweet honey or even a simple blush on her cheeks was making me at a loss for every emotion that I had to held in.

It had been extremely difficult last night, to rein in my arousal, to not ravish her body, to not make her scream under my touches… but now? It seemed like nothing had happened!

She had no scent, no strange behaviour, and no arousal whatsoever.

I couldn’t understand what is going on here. Am I going crazy?

“Jack!” Vic whisper-shouted to me, knocking me out of my haze.

I looked around, and now I did notice all the stares from the customers, but Doreen was gone. At last, I spotted her in the kitchen with Erol, while I let me drag my ass into a booth by Vic.

“Why can’t I smell her now?” I silently asked Vic.

“I don’t know, she is still the same person as yesterday though.” She said.

I huffed at that remark, because in my opinion this Doreen could be completely someone else, compared to the one that I had almost been shifting my fur for last night. There was no boldness in her body anymore, only innocence.

“Get me some pancakes, will you.” I frustratedly said to Vic.

“Yes, Alpha!” She whispered teasingly, chuckling at my frustration.

Doreen

Wasn’t he the same man, that almost dragged me back into my room, to have his way with me? He looked confused, probably matching my own confusion as well. It didn’t make sense, that I couldn’t muster up the same feelings I had for him yesterday, to get them out today.

I remember every single second, of how he looked at me, of the words he had said, of the large rain-pipe that nearly broke through his pants then.

But now?

I’m not even remotely thinking about getting horny with him. Sure, he was attractive, more attractive than I’d like to admit perhaps, but there was no spark, not like last night. And I definitely didn’t have the urge to touch him again.

Last night I wouldn’t have thought about ever stopping him, if he would have proceeded with his urges. But if he would try anything on me now, I would have slapped him in the face.

I was getting more and more frustrated, while he just sat there in the booth, looking at me with the same frustrated look in his eyes.

He didn’t have to say it, but he was just as confused as I were. How is that possible?

How can it be that we were both drawn to each other so heavily last night, and that we both didn’t have the same feelings this morning? Well, at least I don’t have the same feeling. I can’t be sure if he didn’t either, of course.

I came out of the kitchen with some more pancakes for the customers, and served them accordingly.

“I need to take a pee, here take this order please, table fourteen.” Vic said and I took the big plate of pancakes over from her with ease.

It didn’t even strike me at first, that table ‘fourteen’ was the one where Jack was seated. I yelled for Vic, but she had left the front of the diner already, stepping into the hall at the toilets.

Shit.

“He is just a customer.” I whispered to myself, very softly, before walking over to him.

He looked at me, curious to replace out what I would say.

“Here you go.” I said and put the plate down and turned myself around.

I wanted to be gone as quick as I could, not wanting to talk about our confusion.

One step, and my wrist was pulled back. My head still facing the kitchen, as I somehow had anticipated that he was going to do that, and I heard him grunt softly.

I really didn’t want to look him in the face now, and listen to what he had to say. Not right this minute, and not at this place.

“Don’t. Not now.” I whispered, and he let me go.

I could feel my hand slowly slide along his fingers, and for a moment I could feel a strange tingling sensation growing on my skin. I took a few deep breaths and continued to do my work.

Not that it was easy, as he kept looking towards me, never wavering his gaze away from me, the rest of my shift! His eyes made me feel uneasy, and thus I became rather unsure about my movements every now and then, causing me to almost drop a plate of pancakes or a few drinks over some customers.

I had to shake my head a few times, and I even took an extra moment in the bathroom to calm my nerves with some cold water.

He had ordered some drinks, then at exactly twelve, he ordered lunch with another drink, then he went for the toilet and sat himself down at the booth again.

Vic even asked him when he would leave the diner, but he just ignored her, or came up with some lame excuse. Either way, he wasn’t going to leave. In fact, I think he was waiting for my shift to end, relentlessly putting up the patience for me to be done.

Bertha had come down now, as she had slept her missing hours from last night, all happy and showered.

Her coming down, was a pleasant interruption from the stares I got from Jack.

Bertha looked around, ready to face a mess or angry customers perhaps, but none of that was showing, as Vic and I had organised everything perfectly.

“Wow Vic, I might have to hire you here, if you weren’t the owner of the town’s motel!” She chuckled, and we both stepped closer to her.

She took us in a hug and smiled broadly.

“Thank you, girls!” She whispered to us both and I smiled.

“You can always pay me the discount, that you have ordered me to give Doreen, for the motel.” Vic snickered.

“Oh you!” Bertha said, part laughing and part annoyed.

Vic ran away from her, and Bertha followed her after with the spray-bottle for the cleaning of tables. A few yelps were heard from Vic, as Bertha successfully sprayed Vic in the neck. I was laughing at the sight of these happy, cheerful people, and even some of the customers started to laugh as well.

It wasn’t for a few moments, that I suddenly felt a distinct presence behind me.

“Is now the right time?” Jack whispered in my ear, while standing really close.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention, and I held in my breath, when I could feel him stepping a little closer, as his chest almost touched my back.

Both Vic and Bertha looked at me confused, yet a smile arose when they saw that I was nervous as hell!

I still wasn’t feeling the same as last time he was so close to me, but I was ashamed that I had even let myself go that far. Because touching his chest or looking him straight in the eyes wasn’t something that I had ever done before! My bold moves from last night, suddenly shook me to my core, as I normally didn’t do such a thing.

Has he been waiting for me, at the diner all day, because he thought he could have me now?

Had I been mistaking his facial expressions? Had I been the only one, who didn’t feel the same as yesterday? Was he still that much aroused, as last time he was so close to me? Oh no…

My mind was hazy, buzzing with confusion, frustration, and… was that a little bit of anxiety? Anxiety for feeling more? He is definitely too close for comfort now, as he touched my arm, slightly running up his fingers along the goosebumps on my skin.