Letters to Julian (A Cupid Inc Novella)

by Michaels, Zayne

  Letters to Julian

  Cupid Inc

  Copyright © 2014 by Zayne Michaels

  LETTERS TO JULIAN

  Copyright © 2014 by Zayne Michaels

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-940637-08-2

  Cover Art by Sloan Winters

  Published by UnScripted INC

  February 2014

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  For the mistress of the ivory tower.

  “May you find the adventure you seek.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Read it. Read it. Read it.” Browsing the fiction section at the local bookstore proved to be a fruitless endeavor. Considering how many books he read in any given month, he really shouldn’t be surprised, but still, he couldn’t help but be disappointed.

  “You look right lost, mate. Is there something I can help you find?” a deep, masculine voice asked in a sinfully sexy British accent.

  Rising out of his crouch, Julian turned to greet the owner of the voice, but found himself facing a broad, muscular chest instead. “Oh, uh, hello.” Tilting his head back, he followed the curve of the man’s thick neck to his square jaw, over his full lips and narrow nose, and up to a pair of sapphire blue eyes. “I…was…” The words became muddled in his brain, and his voice caught in the back of his throat. “I’m sorry.” Julian shook his head and blinked several times. “What?”

  Those pouty pink lips curled into a bemused grin. “Are you looking for something in particular?”

  “No, not really, just browsing.” Some of the fog cleared from his brain, and at least he could make coherent sentences again. “Unfortunately, I’ve read all of these.” A rush of heat crept into his cheeks as he waved a hand at the row of books behind him. “I like to read,” he finished lamely.

  “No shame in that. What do you like to read?”

  Gods, that accent. “Well, I like all different kinds of books—mysteries, dramas, adventure.” He ducked his head and turned away. “Romance,” he mumbled.

  “Fantasy?”

  Julian nodded. “It’s one of my favorites.”

  “I’ve just the ticket. Come with me, mate.” Wiggling his fingers, he motioned for Julian to follow as he navigated through the shelves and display racks toward the counter. “I received a new shipment just this morning, haven’t even opened the boxes. I think you’ll be agreeable to what I have back here.”

  Julian’s excitement bubbled over, and he felt like a kid in a toy store on Christmas Eve. “I’m Julian, by the way, Julian Haell.”

  “Ridley,” the man replied over his shoulder, “just Ridley, owner of this fine establishment.”

  “Owner?” Julian had been to The Book Attic a hundred times, and as far as he knew, old man Mosley owned the place. “A recent acquisition?”

  “Don’t miss a thing, do you? Aye, I bought the place from Mr. Mosley about a month ago. Says he’s getting too old for these New England winters, so he took his bonny lass down to Florida for a little sand and sun.” Ridley’s biceps bulged as he lifted a large box from the floor and dropped it on the counter. “Here we are then.”

  Curling his fingers against his palms, Julian tucked both hands into the pockets of his sweater jacket and bounced on his toes, eager to see what Ridley would pull from the cardboard box. “Are you going to tell me what it is?”

  “Ah, but that’s half the fun.” Ridley winked at him, a simple action, but it still made Julian’s stomach flutter. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a bit longer while I log this into inventory. Why not grab yourself some coffee?” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the counter at the back where a pretty girl in a pink apron served up all kinds of exotic coffees for the patrons. “I’ll have this to you right quick, Julian Haell.”

  “I’m not much for coffee, but I guess I could have some tea while you finish up.” Julian didn’t have any meetings scheduled until the afternoon, and in the meantime, he didn’t have anything better to do. Besides, if he stayed, maybe he’d have a chance to talk to Ridley a little longer. “Take your time.” With a shy smile and a dip of his head, he pried his eyes away from the storeowner and wandered to the back of the store.

  “Hello.” The young woman greeted him with a bright smile when he approached the counter. “What can I get you today?”

  “A Moroccan mint tea with honey.” New owner, new barista, new books—Julian kind of liked all the changes to The Book Attic.

  “You got it, handsome.” She grabbed a paper cup from the stack and scribbled on it in black marker. “Pull up a chair, and I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.”

  “Okay, how much do I owe you?” Julian reached for his wallet, but she waved him away.

  “On the house.” She cast a sideways glance toward the front of the store and giggled as she lifted her hair away to reveal a small earpiece. “Boss’s orders.”

  “Then I guess I’ll have to thank him.” Rapping his knuckles against the countertop, Julian turned away and went to find an available seat with a clear view of the front desk.

  Ridley’s beige T-shirt hugged his torso like a second skin, and his artfully ripped designer jeans showcased the most magnificent ass Julian had ever seen. His dark hair spiked out in disarray, but not as though he’d spent hours in front of the mirror with a comb and a bottle of styling gel.

  When the barista brought his tea, Julian thanked her with a polite nod. He tried not to read too much into the free beverage, though. Possibly, Ridley bought everyone a drink as a kind of welcoming to the store. It would definitely be good for business. On the other hand, no one had ever given him so much as the flu before, and though it made him feel foolish, the gesture touched him. “Just stop it,” he muttered under his breath. “He’s probably straight and married with three kids at home.” Even if Ridley batted for the same team, a guy who looked like that didn’t stay single for long.

  Lifting the single cut tulip from the vase in the middle of the table, Julian twirled it absently by the stem while he warred with himself. Maybe he could find a subtle way to inquire about a wife or partner. Then again, he doubted he really had a chance with the man anyway. Julian didn’t consider himself unattractive, but he had a tendency to come on too strong, and the intensity he brought to the table had driven away more than one potential lover.

  “Elf?”

  Jerking out of his thoughts, Julian nearly toppled over in his chair, and he probably would have if Ridley hadn’t caught him. “What did you say?”

  Ridley patted him on the shoulder and rounded the table to slide into the chair across from him. “Elf.” He pointed to the flower still pinched between Julian’s thumb and forefinger. “Am I right?”

  The tulip had grown to twice its original size and even turned from red to almost completely white. “Crap.” Julian dropped the flower to the table top and jerked his hand away. “It was already like that.”

  “It’s not a broken cookie jar.” Sighing, Ridley picked up the tulip and tapped it against his lips. “I set these out this morning, I did. Look around. All the others are the same.”

  “I really don’t know what you mean.” Gods, he couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid as to let his emotions run away with him in public. “I should be going.”

  “Julian, sit.” Ridley didn’t speak loudly, but the chill to his voice held Julian immobil
e in his chair. “Did you ever stop to think that if I know what you are, then maybe I have a secret of my own?”

  “No, I guess I didn’t.” Once he’d realized his mistake, the fight or flight instinct had taken over, and he’d just wanted to get as far away as possible. “I don’t want any trouble, okay?”

  “Well, I’m thinking that’s not such a bad thing, because I don’t want you to have trouble.”

  Julian wanted to believe him, but he didn’t know why else Ridley would bring up his heritage if not to use it against him. “What do you want?”

  “Believe me or not, I only want to talk.”

  Weighing the risks, Julian decided he had nothing to lose by engaging in conversation. “Okay, let’s talk.” Be cool. Don’t be a complete nerd.

  “Who’s your favorite author?”

  “Excuse me?” He’d expected more questioning about elven culture, his background, or maybe even an interrogation about his abilities. “Do you really want to talk about books?”

  Ridley swept his arm from left to right in a gesture that encompassed most of the store. “When in Rome?” When Julian didn’t respond, the storeowner actually laughed. “Humor me.”

  So they talked. They discussed books, movies, sports, art, and everything in between but always safe, innocent topics. Neither of them brought up religion, politics, or anything to do with the paranormal world until Julian’s curiosity finally got the better of him, and he just had to know.

  “I feel like I’m at a disadvantage.” Glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, he lowered his voice and leaned in closer. “You know I’m an elf, but I don’t know what you are.”

  “Fair enough.” Ridley linked his fingers together on the tabletop and leaned closer as well. “My last name is Dragos.”

  “Dragon,” Julian breathed. When he spoke, a plume of vapors billowed from between his lips, and the hairs on his arm stood on end as the temperature around their table dropped at least forty degrees in a matter of seconds. “Neat trick.”

  “I have more.” With a devilish grin, Ridley drew a figure eight on the side of Julian’s tea cup with his fingertip.

  Popping the lid off the paper cup, Julian peered inside and frowned at the frozen block that had once been his Moroccan mint tea. “Hey, I was drinking that.”

  Ridley snorted as he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. “I’ll buy you another, mate. I’m guessing you’ve gotten the idea now, or would you like another demonstration?”

  “No, no, I get it. Ice dragon, correct?”

  “Indeed.”

  Julian had heard all the stories about the various families of dragons, but he’d never actually met one in the flesh before. While he had a range of questions, particularly concerning the bits of truth within the legends, he contained his enthusiasm and steered the conversation back to more mundane topics. He’d never want anyone to treat him like a specimen under a microscope, so it seemed only fair he offer the same courtesy.

  Another hour passed in easy dialogue until Julian finally had to say his goodbyes or risk running late for his afternoon meeting. “I really enjoyed talking to you, Ridley.”

  He reached out to shake, but Ridley captured his hand and brought it to his lips. “Charmed.” Then he brushed a soft, tender kiss over the knuckles.

  Clearing his throat and damning his pale skin when the blush swept over his cheeks, Julian pulled his hand away and tucked it into his pocket. “Right, okay, well, I need to be going.”

  “I’ll walk you out and get that book for you.” Ridley didn’t lead this time, but walked beside Julian on the way to the front counter. “What kind of meeting are you off to, then?”

  “I have to see a guy about a horse.”

  Ridley stopped in the middle of the Science Fiction section and blinked. “Is that code for something?”

  “No.” Julian chuckled and shook his head. “I’m in advertising. The client I’m meeting owns one of those resort ranches up in Highland. Anyway, he’s driving down to go over the new campaign for tourist season, and he’s probably going to want horses in the ads again.”

  Though Ridley started walking, his eyebrows drew together, and his nose crinkled. “Horses are a bad thing to put in an advertisement for a ranch?”

  Julian shrugged. “They are if the ranch is a resort and doesn’t actually have horses.” Sometimes people made it really hard to remember how much he loved his job. “People pay me a lot of money to sell their products or services, but they always know best. Most of my clients don’t have any idea what they want, but they sure love to tell me all the ways I’m doing it wrong.”

  “Why do it?”

  “I like to see people succeed, and I like being a part of making that happen.” Yes, he made damn good money doing it, but it wasn’t about that for him. Julian just liked making people happy, and he felt their victories were his victories. “I really should be going.”

  Ridley slid a large, hardback book across the counter toward Julian. “As promised.”

  The fanciful cover gave Julian pause, but the title and blurb were intriguing. “Thank you. How much is it?”

  “I’ll make you a deal, Julian Haell. You come back later this week for another chat, and we’ll call it square.”

  “Ridley, thank you, but I can’t do that.”

  Instead of arguing with him, Ridley winked and began backing away. “I’ll see you around.” Then he turned and made his way to the back of the store without giving Julian a chance to say anything else.

  “Well, all right then.”

  Snorting to himself, he hurried out into the afternoon sun to hail a cab, which turned out to be surprisingly easy given the location and time of day. Once he settled into the backseat and gave the driver his destination, Julian thumbed through the pages of his new book, growing more excited with each passage he skimmed. Turning back to the beginning, he frowned when a folded piece of blue paper fell from between the pages and into his lap.

  Setting his book to the side, he unfolded the lined paper and smiled as he read the printed message.

  May you find the adventure you seek.

  I’m sure we’ll meet again, Julian Haell. You know where to find me.

  With a wistful sigh, he tucked the note back into his book and shifted around in his seat to watch the passing buildings through his window. “Yes,” he whispered, “we’ll definitely meet again.”

  Chapter Two

  Every Monday and Thursday for three months, Julian entered the shop at precisely nine in the morning without fail. He usually pretended to browse the shelves, though Ridley always had a new book waiting for him. Then he’d eventually make his way to the coffee shop in the back of the store where he’d flirt with the barista, Bridget, order a Moroccan mint tea with honey, and sit in the same seat at the same table to wait for Ridley to join him.

  It became their routine, simple and dependable, and Ridley looked forward to their twice weekly conversations. Though they’d talk for hours at a time, surprisingly, they never ran out of things to say. Talking to Julian came easily, never forced or awkward, and as they’d gotten to know one another, his shyness and anxiety had eventually melted away to reveal a shining personality Ridley found as addictive as any drug.

  “Is it here?” Julian demanded the minute he walked in through the front doors of The Book Attic. “Did it come today?”

  “Well, hello to you, too, love. Nice weather we’re having, wouldn’t you say?”

  Julian turned to look through the large display windows to the gray, sullen sky beyond. “Yes, just lovely.” Approaching the counter, he bounced up on his toes and leaned forward to place a friendly kiss on Ridley’s cheek. “Sorry, how are you?”

  “Do you really care?”

  “Not really,” he admitted with a mischievous grin. “Tell me. Did it come today?”

  “Ever impatient, you are.” He teased, but in reality, Ridley adored the man’s excitement. “Yes, your bloody book came this morning.
” It hadn’t been easy to track down the special edition Julian wanted, but Ridley had found a way to make it happen.

  “You are truly amazing.” Julian held his hand out and wiggled his fingers. “Give me.”

  Ridley retrieved the leather-bound book from the shelf under the counter and handed it over. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” While loathe to admit it, he’d do anything Julian asked of him, if only to see that infectious smile of his. “What plans do you have tonight, Julian?”

  “I’m going to curl up with a blanket by the fire and admire my new treasure.” As he spoke, Julian caressed the spine of the book and traced the edges with the tips of his fingers. “What about you? Got a hot date tonight?” he teased.

  “Nothing so exciting.” All month he’d been trying to work up the courage to ask Julian up to his apartment over the store. It wasn’t the possibility of rejection that held him back, though. He worried about how it would change their friendship, and he didn’t have so many friends he could afford to lose one. “I’ll likely order a pizza and turn in early.”

  “Look at us, a couple of party animals.” Holding the book to his chest, Julian shuffled to the other end of the counter and tilted his head to the side. “I’m going to get a tea. Do you want anything?”

  “No, nothing for me.” Asking Julian up to his place or out to a movie shouldn’t be so stressful. They were friends. Clearly they enjoyed each other’s company. Ridley couldn’t see a downside to asking Julian on an outing—not a date, definitely not a date—but still, something held him back. “Go on,” he added when he noticed Julian hadn’t moved. “I’ll be along in a minute.”

  “Ridley, is everything okay?”

  “Fine.” No, he didn’t feel fine, but he didn’t know what had changed or why he suddenly felt so off-kilter. Keeping his back to Julian, he stacked papers and sorted different odds and ends on the counter, though his mind drifted a thousand miles away from his task. “Go on, Julian. Go get your tea.”