Orc Boyfriend: Wourik (special preview)

No wonder Wourik sounded so different, he’s an orc. His arms at the size of your thighs and probably much more solid. He’s wearing glasses and his hair is tied back away from his face. His deep green skin is covered with dark freckles, especially on his face. 

“There you are!” Wourik kneels down as he approaches. Gouda lunges towards him, tightening the leash and dragging you with him.

You scream, toppling over like a jenga tower. Wourik grabs you, you fall over his shoulder and his hand lands directly on your ass as he tries to support you. Gouda’s bark is surprisingly smug.

“Are you ok?” Wourik gasps.

“I’m fine,” you struggle. “My legs are just-”

Wourik’s hand is gentle as he touches you, freeing you from Gouda’s leash. He sets you down and both of you are blushing like crazy. 

“He’s a shirt stirrer,” Wourik rubs the back of his neck. “I can’t tell you how many times he’s almost tripped me.”

Gouda looks extremely happy about that.

“He’s been fooling me then,” you chuckle. You notice from your fall buttons off his shirt have popped off, exposing his chest and the dark curls there. You gulp down a breath and giggle anxiously again. “He’s honestly been so much fun to have around. I’ve really missed having a dog.”

Wourik double checks Gouda’s collar as you walk towards the line to get banh-mi. “What did you used to have?”

“A lot,” you chuckle. “My family trains dogs. They used to do a lot of show dogs.”

Wourik points down at Gouda. “Could you train this jerk?”

“I actually have been!” You kneel down in front of Gouda and loop your arms. “Jump, Gouda!”

Gouda races forward, bounces through the hoop then barks at the other side.

“I knew he was lying to me!” Wourik scoffs. “Do I owe you anything for him?”

You shake your head. “Not at all. It’s been so much fun. He’s been a good little buddy.” You give Gouda scratches and rubs. 

“I know what you mean, I’ve missed him.” Wourik squats down and pets him too. “He’s an asshole but, he’s my asshole.”

You giggle. “If you ever want me to keep training him I don’t mind. I would actually love to see him again.”

“I’d hate to take advantage,” Wourik murmurs. “What if I cooked for you?”

“For me?” You gasp. “Really?”

He shrugs. “I’m pretty good.” He points to the food truck. “I own this place. Created all the recepies.”

You stare in shock. “This my favorite place to eat! I have fantasies about running away and marrying one of the pork banh-mis! The way you do them reminds of my grandmother’s cooking.”

Wourik snorts. “No wonder Gouda likes you. Those are his favorite too.” He smiles at you. “That’s a huge compliment, I know how important a grandmother’s cooking can be.” He then seems to get struck by an idea. “ Actually, I’ve been working on opening up another food truck for the downtown area, so I wanted to get some new recipes for it, I could use a taste tester who knows a thing or two about good grandma cooking.”

“Yeah! I’d love that.” You agree excitedly.