Bookstore princess

Chapter 27

James

When getting to the door at the top of the stairs, I hear music playing from the other side of the door. It's faint, but I can hear it. That tells me my little mate is definitely awake. I open the door and the scent of food cooking makes my stomach growl loudly. Nadia is in the kitchen just finishing setting the table for us, and even in her little racoon pajama set, she looks ravishing. She's wearing shorts instead of pants, so I have a great view of her long curvy legs and that ass. I want to take a bite out of it. Fang concurs inside my head and I grin. I slowly look from the bottom of her feet all the way to the top of her head and I'm salivating. She looks delicious. The white t-shirt is a bit tight on her, and all it does is highlight her curves more. I'm personally hoping that her fever has gone down, and she's better. I want to spend the night getting to know her more intimately. Fang rears his head, and I wince. Maybe telling her what I really am should be first?
She turns up the music a little and does a small dance as she goes back to the kitchen counter and I grin as I set the books down as quietly as possible on the dinner table. Her long brown hair is back in a messy bun, but a few stray hairs are going down her neck and back. I take a few more silent steps and wrap my arms around her stomach, with the rose still in my right hand. She gives a little squeak and leans into me automatically.
"If it wasn't for those little tingles I get every time you touch me, I might have screamed" Nadia giggles and I sway with her to the music.
"How are you feeling, baby doll?" I ask her softly, nuzzling into her neck and giving my bite mark a soft nip.
"My fever has gone down, I'm just a little sore" she sighs as she stops moving and just leans into me. I touch her forehead to be sure, and hum to myself a little. "How was work?" she asks, putting her hands on top of mine and giggles when she feels the flower. "A rose?" she asks a second question.
"A rose for my rose" I whisper and kiss her neck softly.
"Was it at least the last one of the day?" She takes it and gives it a sniff.
"Yes," I nod and my hands start roaming her body and she hums in delight. I know the tingles are heightening her pleasure as I move them, so I'm going dangerously close to erogenous zones. I go right beneath her breasts as though I'm going to cup them and her breath staggers. I smirk, but don't do anything more except running my thumbs under them.
"Okay, I need some tylenol and a shower" she giggles.
"You smell divine" I shake my head,, and I mean it. She smells good enough to eat, and I plan on doing just that. "But the tylenol I can look into" I pull back and she whines at the loss of contact. I chuckle, I love the needier side of my mate. She doesn't show it nearly enough for my tastes. "Is it in the bathroom?" I ask. She nods and I make my way to the second floor to check the medicine cabinet. There's a large bottle there and I take out two tablets since they are extra strength and bring them back downstairs. She's plating our food. It smells amazing.
"What's for supper?" I ask as I hand her the two tablets.
"Steak, baked potatoes. I made you two of each. And dill carrots" she gives me a broad smile.
"Sounds fantastic, baby doll" I grin. I know I'm good for it, I'd lick the plate clean to prove to her that I'll eat anything she gives me. I'd happily grow old and be with a large belly if I get to keep eating her cooking. "It's missing something" I comment, looking around the table.
"Oh?" she asks, looking around. "Well, I guess I could do some more fruit for dessert, but then we will have to make a run to the grocery store tomorrow" she hums.
"Let me take care of what I think is missing" I kiss her cheek and she grabs a large refillable mug of water and takes her tylenol and takes a seat. I go into the living room and get one of her candles and bring it in, putting it in the center of the table. I then get her discarded rose and put it in a small vase and put that on the table as well. I smirk as I take a seat, and then light the candle.
"It's perfect," she sighs happily.
"Not nearly as perfect as you" I counter quickly. She gives a shy smile and waits for me to start eating. I don't even think about it. I take a bite of steak and moan loudly as it tastes amazing. Everything tastes better when you're in love in my opinion. She made it medium rare, just the way I like it too. "You better be careful if you keep cooking like this for me, I might turn into a caveman and run away with you" I wink at her and she blushes and giggles which makes my heart swell with pride. I puff out my chest and grin proudly.
"I'll have to keep doing it, just to see your caveman side" she giggles again. She starts eating her supper and finally notices the two books. "Oh sweetie! I had my eye on this one too" she coos to me.
"It looks good. I got one for each of us" I admit. "I need to start on my own library to keep you occupied once the house is built. That is if you don't move in with me right away" I wink at her and her cheeks go rosy again.
"We shall see how this goes first" she says carefully but I already know she's leaning towards the idea.

We eat quietly with me singing her praises at her optimal cooking skills throughout. I can't help it, I think she deserves a big ego for how good her cooking is. After we eat, I do all the dishes and swap out her water mug for another reusable 40 ounce mug. This one has stickers on it about being a "Dark romance" girly, and another sticker that says "Thick thighs and bookish vibes". I almost wish her thighs were thicker so she could crush me with them. What a way to go. She sits at the table and starts reading her new book out loud to me, so I don't miss anything. It sounds promising so far. I could listen to her all day, if I'm going to be honest. Fang and I have a conversation inside my head. Tonight is the night. I'm telling her I'm a werewolf; and then I'm telling her she's my mate if she handles it okay. I don't want secrets between us, and if I'm moving in for sure, she needs to know Fang technically has been here the entire time.
Melody weaves her little body between my legs while I'm cleaning up. Once I finish, I finally bend down and pick her up. She purrs loudly and nuzzles into me.
"Something on your mind?" Nadia asks me, and that reminds me I still have to work on pack stuff tonight.
"Just need to work soon. Almost everyone has moved here already and we are trying to get them temporarily set up. The last of them are coming tomorrow though, so that's a positive. Then it's time to help everyone find jobs and wait for the houses to be built" I sigh.
"There's lots of jobs in the city" she points out, and I frown, knowing that's Tony's territory.
"No, they all want to stay local. We might open a few stores, but definitely no other bookstore or coffee shop. I'll veto that" I grin. "Want to go to the living room?" I ask hopefully.
"Sure" she nods and leads the way. I quickly follow her, carrying Melody. She takes a seat on the couch and I hand her Melody and she breaks out into a smile as her cat curls into her.
"I gotta ask, do you think werewolves exist?" I ask, sitting down next to her and putting my arm across her shoulders. I figure this is the safest way to bring up the conversation.
"Honest answer?" she asks, and I nod. "I'd be crazy not to believe it. I know that both Jacob and Jenny tell me that there's not a snowball's chance in hell, but with all the history and lore that is there? It would be wrong not to. The same with vampires, and any other supernatural entity. I don't think I'll ever be lucky enough to meet one, but I still believe" she says with passion and I know she's being honest.
"What if you did?" I ask her.
"I'd have so many questions. I want to know if the books tell the truth" she says as her face lights up. "You don't think I'm crazy do you?" she asks in a moment of uncertainty.
"No, I believe too" I tell her, but I believe for a different reason. I know the difference.

Nadia

Something about the way that James says "I believe too" sets off a chord in me. I'm surprised, but at the same time, I'm not. Even when I went to go back to reading just regular contemporary romance or dark romances, he continued to buy me werewolf romances and insisted that I read them. Not that I minded, not one bit. I eat those suckers up like candy. They are so good. The entire idea of fated mates, and love at first sight just gets to me. Then I think of my relationship with James, and think it's not far off the mark. I'm starting to fall in love with him, if I'm not already. I can't fathom not sleeping next to him at this point. It's become so natural in the short period of time to have him here with me. He protects me, and takes care of me unlike anyone has in the past. Well, the exception being my mom, Jacob or Jenny. But I've been friends with Jacob and Jenny almost my entire life that sometimes I think of them as more of a sibling. It's not that big of a stretch if I'm going to be honest with myself.
James seems tense beside me, and I wonder what brought up this topic of conversation. I want to ask, but he seems pensive. To ease his worries, of whatever it is that he's thinking about, I lean into him more and nuzzle my head on his chest. He sighs heavily, and gives the top of my head a kiss.
"Penny for your thoughts?" I ask him softly.
"I want to talk to you about something serious, and it's really important. But I don't want to scare you" James murmurs, and I give his chest a kiss.
"Are you a serial killer?" I ask him outright.
"No" he bursts out laughing and I grin victoriously.
"Are you planning on murdering me in my sleep?" I ask quickly.
"No, never!" he seems surprised I would even mention it.
"Then you won't scare me" I say as though it's that simple.
"Do you think Jacob is still here?" he asks.
"Probably not. He wants to get home to Rieta and the kids when he's done work. I usually close up on Saturdays" I answer honestly.
"Alright, well, here goes nothing. I need to talk to you about this, because we can't move forward without it" James looks at me with his startling blue eyes and I look at him with baited breath. Whatever it is, it seems very important, and I want to hear what he has to say.