Page 8 of Same Thing
“Oh right that’s me. Okay, is he hot? Does he smell like cologne? Does he have a big wiener?”
“Alese! Don’t say wiener,” Nory whisper-screamed.
“Tell me every sentence you exchanged.”
“Well, he just moved into the complex. He’s the next building over, and he made Jackson go away when I was cornered by the mailboxes—”
“You need to pepper-spray that dude. It’s like cats and getting on the kitchen counter. One spray from a water bottle and they will learn to stay off the counters.”
“I don’t think that’s how that works.”
“Sure it is. Squirt squirt in the face and Jackson will associate bothering you with burning eyes, and your problems will be solved.”
“Right. Anyway, I gave Liam some of the dinner I made as a thank you.”
“Liam. Hot name. And you fed him? I’m shocked right now. You must really like him.”
“No, I don’t even know him,” Nory explained shyly. “I was just grateful that he gave me an out in an uncomfortable moment.”
“What does he look like?” Alese asked.
And at that exact moment, the front door opened and in walked Liam just far enough to hold the door open for the most beautiful goddess of a woman Nory had ever seen.
Her hair was platinum blond and hung down in perfect waves down to her waist. She wore tight, shiny leggings and strappy high heels, and a royal blue top that hugged every one of her perfect curves. Her make-up looked like it had been done by a professional, and she had to be five foot ten, at least.
She and Liam looked like the most stunning couple she’d ever seen, as if they were from another world completely.
He still wore his dark blue t-shirt that clung to the curves of his muscles, but he’d removed the baseball cap and sunglasses. His icy blue eyes locked on hers as he held the door open for his date, and a spark of recognition lit up his expression.Hey, he mouthed.
She pursed her lips into a disappointed but polite smile.
What did he look like? “He looks like he has a girlfriend,” she murmured to Alese, who was still waiting on a description.
Alese frowned and looked at the door, then back at her. “Is that him?”
Nory really wished she had her cardigan about now so she could cover up her damn cleavage. Why she’d worn a pushup bra tonight with this much of her upper shelf exposed was beyond her. This little wardrobe move would be her biggest regret for weeks to come. She felt so silly right now.
The blonde waited for Liam to pull out her chair at the table right near the window and looked around the small bar with an unimpressed expression on her face.
That beauty didn’t belong in a little hole in the wall bar, and she knew it. She belonged in some mansion with a private chef.
Holy moly, Nory felt so dumb for giving that man food and thinking there had been a moment between them. He’d said he didn’t have a girlfriend, but men lied all the time, and this one was no different. That woman’s lip filler and highlights alone probably cost more than Nory’s entire annual salary.
She took a bite of the fried green tomatoes that Hannah had just set in front of her, but they were hot as fire, and Nory spat out the bite and winced. Classy. When she looked up, he was sitting at the table across the bar, eyes on Nory.
“That man is so hot,” Alese said.
“Stop staring,” Nory advised her.
“I can’t.”
His eyes were such a light blue, they seemed to be glowing.
“Is he…” Alese frowned and leaned forward, staring at him. “Is he—”
“No,” Nory interrupted her. “They’re contacts. He told me earlier.”
“Phew,” Alese said, pretending to wipe sweat from her brow. “We don’t need werewolf drama around here.”