His Blue Moon Princess
His Sunshine Baby Chapter 28

For a second, I'm too shocked to speak. Scars? I don't remember seeing any when we had s*x... And I did observe thoroughly. In my memories, Elena's body was absolutely perfect, with only a little birthmark on her nape that was obvious on her sun-tanned skin. But before I can even ask, she shakes her head. "I really don't want to get into the details, if you don't mind."

"...I understand."

I have no intention to force her to say things she doesn't want to. I'm not the nosy type, to begin with, and I don't make a habit of peeking into other's people past. Unlike Isaac... Elena looks hesitant for a second and takes a new sip of her cocktail before talking again.

"I just had some really, really bad experience. It was someone who I trusted, and he trampled all over my feelings. So, I'm resolute not to make the same mistake twice." "You intend to remain single...?"

She nods resolutely. Seems like she means it... I don't often come across a young woman like her, so young, beautiful and yet so vehemently opposed to love.

"Yes. I don't want any children for now either, and I'm already busy as it is."

"And what is it that you do then?"

She stops, visibly surprised by my question. She obviously didn't think I would be so curious about her life. Honestly, I didn't either. It's just that the more I hear her talk and reveal herself, the more I want to know. It's like the Elena I met last week is getting more and more attractive as I get to know her. She brushes a bit of her hair away, and I notice a little pendant around her neck. A sun? How odd for a she-wolf...

"I'm a senior student, for now, in Business Management. I also work as a trainer for my pack, and I do odd jobs from time to time."

I had noticed previously, Elena doesn't look too poor, but she is not showing any wealth either. Except for the sequins dress, all the clothes I've seen her with so far don't seem branded, her leather bag looks used, and she doesn't seem to apply makeup either. As a student, she probably as quite a lot to pay.

"Alright, enough about me, M. Black. You are some sort of CEO, right?"

Right, and she doesn't seem the slightest impressed by that. This is new, compared to the women I've interacted with so far. Most are often swoon easily by wealth, or on the contrary, intimidated by it. But Elena doesn't seem very impressed by money or fancy places, either. Even at the Rain, she looked to blend in effortlessly.

"Right, miss Whitewood. I represent my brother's company on several scales, but he lets me handle the parts I love most, so I don't complain."

"The Catering industry was it?"

"Right. I have a thing about cooking, so my favorite are my restaurants. All the service industry, to be honest. Restaurants, Hotels, Casino, Resorts, anything related to leisure and entertainment."

"Sounds like a lot for one person."

"I'm not alone. I'm just busy enough to have the right balance between office paperwork and the field."

"I would go crazy, locked in an office all day," she sighs.

"Didn't you say you were in Business Management?"

"I don't have any plan to enter a company. I want to do my own thing. Gather enough money, open my own shop, and have a modest life."

I have to say, I'm a bit impressed. For someone young, Elena's dream is rather... Well, down-to-earth. She smiles, just thinking about it too, so she must be honest. I watch her take a sip of her cocktail before my curiosity gets the best of me again. "What kind of shop?"

"A Music Cafe. I've always dreamed of it. Somewhere people could come to study, relax or chat with their friends while enjoying a good homemade coffee and listening to some new music from all around the world. I want a corner where I could sell both independent and mainstream artists. I even know what I want it to look like."

This is the first time I've heard her talk about something so much and so passionately. Her smile is contagious, too. I listen to her talk about her dream, and I can picture it also. So she is the kind of woman who would be happy just like that, with her own place and rhythm. I replace it adorable.

When she realized I've let her talk for a little while, she suddenly stops and blushes a little bit. I watch her grab her glass to try and hide her embarrassment with a new sip. I smile and decide to save the teasing for later.

"That's one exciting plan. And a good one, actually."

"Don't you steal it," she says with a daring look.

"I wouldn't dare to."

It's nice, having a simple conversation like this. However, I see Elena regularly glancing around her, though she tries not to look worried. I silently signal the waiter and stand up. "Shall we have this dinner?"

"Oh... Yes."

She stands up and takes her bag, following the waiter while I stay right behind her. We enter an elevator, and I have to suppress myself from putting a hand on her lower back, yet I really want to. I hadn't noticed before, but her dress is actually bareback... Her long blonde hair brushes unknowingly against her skin, and I have an urge to caress both... The elevator stops with a ding, and I notice she was slightly blushing. Oh, right, I almost forgot but our previous time in a similar configuration. A very hot memory, indeed. "Your table, madam, sir."

I notice Elena's surprise as we enter the room and feel a bit satisfied. As promised, I booked a private room, just for the two of us, but I picked one with a stunning view of the City once again. We still have a bit of time before sunset, too, so the sky is dazzling in shades of blue, pink and orange.

"You like it?"

"It's amazing..."

Even as we take our seats, Elena is still absorbed by the view, and only half listens to the waiter's suggestions, so I send him away. I know this hotel's menu almost by heart, so I only take a glance at it and put it down. Meanwhile, Elena frowns while looking at it. "The prices are not on it?"

"Not on yours. It's a European custom that the person invited to the restaurant should not see how much the host is paying. Especially in this configuration, where the man invites the woman."

It's my French roots and my mother's teachings about etiquette that spoke, but I do like that rule. This is also what helped make some of my establishments the most popular spots for couples. Elena seems to think about it for a second.

"I like it... I mean, not the man inviting the woman part, but the host's bill being private. If I'm a guest, I would feel bad ordering a lot or something expensive, but since I have no idea, I can just order anything, and you can't resent me for that." I laugh.

"Are you afraid I'll go bankrupt from treating you once? How much do you eat, exactly?"

"A lot! Daniel says I eat like a baby dinosaur."

"Daniel?"

"My best friend and flatmate. My childhood friend too... Well, he's my best for anything really."

Probably the guy she was dancing with last time, the thin guy with blonde hair. I can't help but frown a bit. She even lives with him?

"What do you recommend? I don't know half of the names in there," she says while frowning, still reading the menu.

I explain a few of them to her before she settles for a fish carpaccio for starters. She even lets me decide on the wine, as long as it's not red. Meanwhile, she mentions she hates cooking and is really poor at it. Looks like she is only good at making drinks from her experience as a barmaid when she was younger.

The waiter comes back, and I give our orders. As soon as he's gone, I turn back to Elena but notice she's glancing at the window again. The sunset is captivating her... And I'm fascinated by her. The sunshine's dazzle on her honey skin, and the gold in her hair. Her eyes, which were of a light brown before, now have this mesmerizing amber shade. The curve of her lips and the red tint of lipstick she put on them. That's all the makeup she needs. One can tell Elena's a natural beauty. And I want that beauty for myself. I don't recall ever being so attracted to a woman before. Well, aside from Katherine.

"What is it?"

She caught me staring, but she's the one blushing and embarrassed. It makes me want to tease her some more.

"I was wondering how do I get this beautiful woman to spend some more nights with me."

She blushes again but doesn't take the bait.

"Me coming here doesn't mean I said yes."

Isaac was right... So annoying. But now I want to make this dinner a success all the more. I smile and put my hand under the table with a smile. I knew where we would be sitting and our round table diameter. I knew she would be only a few centimeters away, within reach. So I brush her leg with my fingers, and this time, she turns to me, surprised.

"You...!"

But the waiter comes in at this very moment, with our plates, and she doesn't dare to add a word. She glares at me while he explains our dishes, and I keep smiling, my hand still caressing her leg. She can't even get away, and we keep staring one at the other, in a silent fight.

"Do you need anything else?" Asks the waiter.

I caress her thigh again, pushing back gently the fabric of her dress with my fingers, and feel her moving slightly.

"No, we...

But before she can finish her sentence, my fingers reach her panties, and she gasps. I smile while she tries to close her legs and glares at me again. "Miss?"

"Did you want anything else, Elena?" I ask with a soft voice, acting innocent.

"No, I'm... I'm good."

The red in her checks is delicate and enticing. I play with the satin fabric, my fingers dancing against the clothing. It's exciting to see her reactions while she desperately tries to hold back because the waiter is here. I'm wondering if I should keep this little game going when I suddenly hear her voice in my head.

Seriously Nate, stop it!

What the...? I'm so surprised I don't even know how to react for a second. Did she just... mind-link me? While not being a part of my pack? How did she...

I turn to the waiter.

"You can go."

"Yes, sir. Bon appetit."

The waiter leaves, and she grabs my wrist.

"Enough now!"

I take my hand off, still staring at her in surprise.

"Elena, how did you do that?"