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"He's terrible at communication," she whines.
I let out a chuckle.
Her gaze comes up. "I asked him to buy a specific brand of tampon, and he came back with the wrong kind. I want to go back to Los Angeles."
She shifts her head and gazes outside when her eyes get watery.
"When did you arrive here?" I ask.
She lets out a huff. "A week ago."
After opening the package of chocolate, she places two in her mouth and holds the package out to me. I take one and walk back to the window where I sense her investigative eyes inspecting me. "Are you his girlfriend?"
I cough. "Oh, no. I'm a friend."
We stay silent, and I can sense she's still observing me. "You're stunning. I love your clothing and makeup style."
I glance her way, and at that moment, I see a shy teenager who struggles with herself and her unfamiliar environment. "Can you talk to him? I don’t know how. He doesn't talk very much. Please, Alisha."
I meet the tint-lighter, female version of those bright blue eyes and find myself replying. "Sure, I'll try."
"Thank you." She pops out another chocolate and turns on the flat-screen television hanging on the wall, and I make my way to the door.
"See you later, Samantha."
She sends me a smile as I leave.
As I walk back to the living room over the wide-plank hardwood floor with light-colored finish, I chuckle. His interior suits him. The broad couch and the robust wood and metal dining table remind me of his solid, muscular body. When my eyes wander outside, I open the sliding door and walk to the middle of his enormous terrace and find myself in awe. God, this view is extraordinary. From here, you can see the Charles River and Boston Harbor.
"Gorgeous, isn't it?" Cole's deep voice startles me, and I rotate. He's taking me in while resting his weight against the doorframe. When his eyes settle on my six-inch heels, they stop.
"You like my shoes?" I swallow when his eyes meet mine.
"Where is Amanda?" I ask, trying to calm my nerves.
"She had to go. She said she'd call you later."
Oh, you brown snake. You left on purpose.
"Amanda mentioned you wanted to ask me something important?"
My breathing pattern gets irregular when Cole moves my way. When we're one step apart, he stops, and I can't help but stare at his face. Oh my god, his eyes are blue—borderline sickeningly, full-on Prince Charming, perfect, cloudless, sky blue. Someone should name a crayon after him.Fuck, stop those ridiculous thoughts.
"Why did you come here, Alisha?"
This is the first time he says my name, and the way he pronounces it is like listening to your favorite song that you have on repeat.. "I-I... fuck."
His lips curl into a smug grin, which awakens my obstinate side.
"Oh, don't bother." I step to the side to pass him, but he extends his muscular arm sideways, stopping me from passing him.
"Why do you want to rent the apartment?"
My chin lifts, and my nostrils flare. "Since you're aware of what I want to ask, I don't have to repeat it."
His smug grin reappears, and I hate it for affecting me. But it does. A jolt of electricity shoots through my spine, and it awakens a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen.
"That's not how it works. You need to ask me," he whispers.
