Peter followed Betty to the same table in the back where he’d had his job interview. Betty carried a booklet with her and sat it down on the table, nodding for Peter to sit down next to her.
What followed was a crash course on what kind of drinks he would have to know how to make, along with a surprising amount of detail about where the coffee came from.
“We’re Fair Trade, and it’s important that you be able to answer questions when customers want to know where and how we get our beans. Most people don’t care, but the ones who do can be intense about it if you don’t know.”
“Makes sense,” Peter said. Betty beamed, and Peter couldn’t help but smile at her infectious positive energy. Her gaze drifted down to Carver’s bonding scar, widening at the sight of it.
“My alpha was in rut when we bonded,” Peter explained, rubbing the scar and sending tingles down his spine and into his caged cock.
“You don’t have to explain,” Betty assured him, embarrassed to have been caught looking. Peter didn’t blame her, though. Carver’s mark on him was verycaveman alpha. It was the kind of scar meant to attract attention.
“He’s a nice guy,” Peter said, and the soft fondness in his voice must have been convincing because Betty relaxed.
She opened her booklet, scooting her chair closer to the table, and Peter leaned in to pay attention.
After going through the menu, Betty took Peter back behind the counter and had him watch as the baristas on duty prepared drinks. She maintained a running monologue, and as Peter saw the same drinks being made over and over, he started to remember how each different one was made.
They took a break for lunch, eating free leftover quiche from the day before, after which Peter got to try his hand at making some of the drinks himself during the quiet after the lunch-hour rush.
“Holy fuck, hunk alert,” Betty whispered, making Peter look up from the milk he was pouring into his fifth attempt at a cappuccino. He looked to the entrance, mouth pulling up in a wide grin at the sight of Tex coming into the coffee shop.
“That’s my alpha,” Peter said, proud and giving Tex a wave.
“Lucky you,” Betty said, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking at Tex with naked appreciation. With his fitted uniform, tall boots, and movie star good looks, it was no wonder. Betty turned to him, studying him like she was seeing him in a new light. “It makes sense, though. You are totally cute.”
Peter blushed at the unexpected compliment.
“Hi, what can I get you?” Zack, the barista behind the register, asked with a cheerful grin. Zack was an omega, and the lusty way he was looking at Peter’s alpha made Peter want to strangle him.
“Just a small black coffee, please. Extra shot of espresso.”
Zack beamed. “Sure thing, can I get a name for that?”
“Tex,” Tex said, looking over at Peter with a smirk.
“Coming right up, Officer Tex.”
Zack was flirting, but Tex wasn’t paying him any attention. Zack looked over to see what Tex was staring at, expression falling when he saw that it was Peter.
“Think you can handle that?” Betty asked, taking a step back and leaving Peter free to move around.
“I think so,” Peter said, taking a small black cup and putting it down on the counter before he got started on the espresso.
Tex paid, walking over to where Peter was making him his coffee.
“Hi, Tex,” Peter said, blushing and feeling all funny. Tex looked amazing in his uniform, shoulders wide and bulge indecent, but it was his warm smile and the way he kept looking at him that had Peter feeling flustered.
“Hey, you, first day going okay?” Tex asked, shifting his helmet under his other arm and running a hand through his hair. The sleeve of his leather jacket strained under the pressure from his flexed bicep.
“Yeah, it’s going great,” Peter said, adding the shot of espresso to Tex’s coffee and putting on the lid. He nodded at Betty. “This is Betty. She’s training me.”
“Hi, Betty,” Tex said. He took the cup from Peter’s hands, fingers brushing over Peter’s in the process. “Take good care of him, yeah?”
Betty nodded. “I will!”
Tex grinned, smile softening as he looked at Peter. “Well, I was just in the area and thought I’d see how you were doing. I’ll leave you to it. Have a good day, okay?”
“You too,” Peter said. Tex shot him another look, making Peter’s cock press hard against the confines of his cock cage. For the first time ever, Peter was glad he was in chastity. If not for the cage, he would have had a very embarrassing bulge to hide.
