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She rolled her eyes, leaning back against the chair, her round, shapely tits protruding through the fabric of her cashmere sweater. It didn't matter how big her clothes were; her tits were always visible. I wondered what size they were. B-cup was too small. C, perhaps? Or maybe a D? I didn't even know I liked tits until Felicity, and words could not explain how much I wanted to make an acquaintance with them.
"I liked Happy Bird," she continued, oblivious to my internal struggle. "It was too complex for a game rated seven, though. I thought the point was to protect your nest from predators. I got to level nine-ninety, and no matter what I did, I couldn't get past it."
Flummoxed, I stared at her. "You got to nine-ninety?"
She nodded. "As I said, I liked it."
"It was so popular because the difficulty level was automatically set to hard—even the easy levels were hard. Everyone wanted to be the person who beat the game, but what they didn't know was that it was literally impossible. I programmed the game to stop at level nine hundred and ninety, so no one would be any wiser and keep playing. That was the entire point."
I'd never told anyone this. It was my secret. Even the project director wasn't aware, and he'd been stuck at level three hundred for the past two years.
Felicity gawked and then burst out laughing. "No way! I knew it! I knew something was wrong when I did everything and still couldn't pass that level. You evil man. Do you know how long I spent on that game?"
For a few seconds, I couldn't breathe. Felicity had a grin on her face, and honest to fuck, it was the most breathtaking thing I'd ever seen.
seven
Felicity
The pungent smell of bergamot and amber invaded my nostrils and overwhelmed my senses.
I'd never been this close to Aaron before. Now that it’d happened two days in a row, I could feel a part of me disintegrating, like I was constantly fighting an internal battle to keep my head straight.
I didn't know what I was expecting, but actually enjoying a conversation with him was not one of them. He was easy to talk to, and I'd even told him why I wore big clothes when I'd never told anyone before. Not even Derick knew of my struggles with my body.
A curly black strand of hair rested against Aaron's forehead, and I wanted to reach forward and push it back. His eyes were the color of a bright afternoon sky, and when he stared at me, it was almost like they were trying to see into my soul, reach in there, and drag out every dark secret I kept hidden.
Just like the way he was staring at me now, my smile faltered. I immediately felt self-conscious, my heart thudding inside my chest. What did he see when he looked at me? I was aware that I wasn't what most men called pretty, nor was I one of those girls who turned necks. He’d said so numerous times. Wasn’t that why I’d been grateful that he’d given me the time of day?
I wondered if Aaron saw me like that, and then mentally scolded myself for such ridiculous thoughts. Who cared what Aaron saw? He was just a colleague, someone I worked with. His opinions of me didn't matter.
"I hope you don't take this wrong, Felicity,” he said suddenly, “but you're a very beautiful woman."
His opinions of me didn't matter. I repeated the sentence like a mantra in my mind. Fuck whatever butterflies were fluttering inside my stomach.
If that was true, why the hell are you blushing like an idiot?
I broke eye contact as heat spread from my neck to my cheeks, my hand reaching up to push my glasses up my nose. No one had ever said that to me before, and while I had difficulty believing the words, it didn't mean they weren't flattering to hear.
"You don't mean that," I murmured as my gaze was glued to my hands, which were now intertwined and resting on my thighs.
"I do." Aaron’s tone was stable and firm, and there was nothing to show that he was lying. "You're beautiful."
Memories from the past flooded my mind. His voice was loud in my ears, taunting, mocking, taking, and never giving.
Under the right circumstances, you could pass for pretty.
You're not like the girls I usually date, but I'm willing to look past it.
Why do you wear such hideous clothes? It makes you look fucking ugly and cheap.
Angry, pathetic tears gathered in my eyes. I cursed silently, blinking furiously to keep them from falling. I didn't want to prove him right about me being weak by crying in front of Aaron…like a stupid little girl.
"Felicity," Aaron's deep voice cut through the silence. "Look at me."
I sniffed as low as I could manage, reaching a hand up to swipe at my traitorous, moistened eyes. What was wrong with me? I was usually better at handling my emotions and keeping them in check. It was absolutely ridiculous that a mere statement from Aaron had elicited such a reaction from me.
"Look at me," he repeated, and this time, I did.
