Page 44 of Purrfectly Mated

Hunter must have had his sister bring this as well. She practically bounced up and down with happiness. He’d had his sister get her some things to make her feel more at home in his big masculine room.

See, she told herself,he was being thoughtful.

After wrapping her freshly scrubbed body in a large bath sheet she turned to the sink to see a brand-new toothbrush, a wide tooth comb, some lotion, her brand of deodorant, and leave-in conditioner for her hair.

Wow.

She didn’t know her name, but Elissa already thought Hunter’s sister was awesome. She smiled and finished getting ready. When she slipped on her new clothes, she wanted to moan in pleasure.

The weather was chilly, but Elissa hated big, bulky clothing. She thoroughly approved of the stretchy blue jeans and the white cotton tank top with a simple gray cardigan to go over it.

The fabric was light and flowy without being clingy. Perfect for a bigger girl like her. She slipped on her now dry shoes and went downstairs. With her hair in a long ponytail down her back, she felt fresh and rested if not too crampy.

She’d forgone make up since she didn’t have any and, truth be told, she wasn’t fond of the stuff. She wasn’t about to start this relationship with deception, so if he preferred her with an affinity for heavy make-up, well, he was in for some disappointment.

The thought worried her and a nagging voice in her head reminded her she should try to please herNeta. What the heck?

That same voice then whispered that he should remain aware that she was his Nari, and as such, was his perfect mate as is. No frills necessary.

She agreed with the sentiment, but what the actual fuck was going on inside her brain? Elissa was damn sure she had never heard voices in her whole life.

She shook her head. It must be nerves or maybe exhaustion. Last night would have tried the endurance of Olympian athletes. The thought made her smile.

Oohyeah.

Sexy times with Hunter were definitely smile inducing. Her stomach growled and she forgot all about her wayward thoughts for the time being. Heading for the kitchen, she thought about what she wanted to eat.

For some reason, steak sounded good. Or a big piece of fish. Odd. She didn’t even like fish.

Hmm.

She stopped as she entered the room. Standing at the counter was a friendly looking younger woman with a mane of curly red hair. Something about the stranger seemed familiar to Elissa. It was in the shape of her face and the way she stood.

“Hi.”

“Um, hello.”

Elissa didn’t feel threatened or anything. She was simply curious. The woman had been reading the back of a box of pasta and looked near to tears.

Her head shot up when Elissa shuffled forward, making herself known with the noise. She sniffed and turned familiar, teal-colored eyes to Elissa’s now wide ones.

“I’m Jessica, Hunter’s sister. You must be Elissa.”

The woman smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She set the box of pasta down and clamped her hands in front of her. She was tall, curvy, and beautiful. But why was she upset?

“My brother told me to make you feel at home, and I wanted to have lunch ready for you, but I’m a disaster when it comes to cooking. I am so sorry,” she started.

“Oh no, don’t be silly,” Elissa told her.

“Please, don’t worry about it. It’s kind of my job, cooking,” she explained with a wink.

“Oh, where are my manners?! Thank you so much for the clothes and toiletries. I really appreciate it.”

“I wasn’t sure what you would like, so I just guessed by what you had on yesterday,” Jessica replied and shrugged shyly.

Elissa noted a hint of a blush across her cheeks and her heart warmed towards her. After all, this woman was like her sister-in-law.

“Well, it fits perfectly. These jeans are the most comfortable pair I have ever worn,” Elissa said, turning around to show them off.

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