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Walking in view of the boutique’s large window were three incredibly tall andincrediblyfine men. Seeing her new neighbors under fluorescent apartment lighting hadn’t done them any justice. The men standing in the natural sunlight seemed ethereal, gods, angels, and happiness wrapped up in a human.
The sigh Tasha let out was unintentional. “Oh, my indeed.”
“What I wouldn’t give to be under one of them. Or maybe all three,” the mother said on a breathy sigh.
“Mother!” the bride said, with her eyes locked on the threesome with an expression revealing she had the same carnal thought.
Wilma waved a hand in a fanning motion in front of her face. “It’s not every day we see real life gods walking around downtown.”
“They’re my neighbors,” Tasha said, eyes locked on Phate.
God, was he gorgeous. The others were equally as fine, but Phate, he was a different kind of specimen. Corded muscles strained under a long-sleeved shirt that was also a size too small. His pants fit but they didn’t do his butt and thighs justice. If it was up to her, she would definitely style him in better fitting clothes.
She also noticed the colors of his outfit didn’t match. The pants were teal, and the shirt was a bright orange. She couldn’t tell if he was color blind or if the color scheme was by choice. Despite that, the ill-fitting clothes and questionable colors didn’t take away his appeal.
Suddenly, Phate turned her way and their eyes locked. The fire in his gaze made her heart skip a beat and her stomach clench. Silence overtook her for several seconds. And for those seconds, nothing else mattered or existed in the world except forhim.
Phate broke the connection and her heart sunk. She dropped her gaze. A second later, a feeling of awareness tugged, and she brought her gaze back up. Phate watched her again, and her nerves and stomach reacted.
He stopped abruptly, causing Kien to ram into his back. They toppled into Solgre who let out a string of words she couldn’t understand but by the sounds of it, were curse words in their native tongue. There was a brief but intense conversation, then the three men turned to watch her through the window.
The urge to fade into the background overtook her. Heat inflamed her face as she remembered how Phate and his friends had slammed the door on them. Tasha’s chest tightened from the pressure and her shoulders rounded toward the front.
“Introduce me to them,” the bride stated, gaze still locked onto the trio.
“No, you’re about to get married. Introduce them tome,” the mother countered.
The bride-to-be turned to her mother with mouth agape. “You’re married too!”
Her mother waved a hand in the air. “That can easily be undone.”
“You’re talking about divorcing my father!”
Tasha couldn’t pay attention to the squabbling between them because Phate had backtracked and was coming through the door. The alarm chimed as he entered with the other two men on his heels.
The short racks of clothes she’d placed strategically in the room, along with the comfortable seats had appeared cute and cozy when she initially set it up. Now, the space shrunk from the presence of the three large men.
As she watched Phate make his way toward her, blood thundered past her ears, and she couldn’t get her breathing under control. His presence wreaked havoc on her internal system and her mind screamed for her to run.
Phate stopped in front of her, enveloping her in his foreign scent. He stared down with a smile and her heart fluttered in response.
“The female called Tasha,” he said in his drawling accent. “Hello. Good afternoon. Greetings. How are you doing? Nice to see you again. How are you enjoying the weather?”
Tasha frowned. Why was he spouting a plethora of greetings?
Wilma elbowed her. “When a man as fine as that talks to you, no matter how odd he’s being, you respond.”
And that’s why Wilma was her favorite aunt. Tasha swallowed the lump in her throat. “Hello. Phate, is it?”
Smooth. Real smooth. As if she hadn’t been repeating his name in her head and even tested it out on her lips a few times since meeting him.
She would never admit it to Nisha, but she’d put her ear up to the vent last night because there was a lot of talking going on in their apartment. She couldn’t understand anything because they spoke in their language. All the while, she’d wished that she’d asked where they were from, so she could’ve turned on her translator app and eavesdropped.
“Phate,” he said, nodding. He motioned toward the other two. “Kien and Solgre.”
When Tasha couldn’t snap out of her stupor fast enough, Wilma stepped forward with an outstretched hand. “I’m Wilma, her aunt and employee.”
Phate took the outstretched hand and shook like he didn’t quite understand the up and down movement. “Aunt. You’re related by a parent.”
