Chapter 3:A Southern Thang
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“No, ma’am..Miss, you don’. It’s a southern thang.” Naomi’s eyebrow raised but she said nothing. “It’s an old habit,” he laughed nervously and scratched his head, and Naomi could not help but notice his solid hard pecs.
“You’re excused sire, I would be thrilled to have help with all my baggage.” This time his eyebrows shot up with her response and Naomi snickered. It’s as if they were thinking the same thing.
“Now it can be awkward for both of us.” She stated, moving to the side to let him help with the groceries. One thing to know about Naomi, she despised cheaters.
Not only because she was cheated on with every ex she’d ever had, but also because her father had been a bit of a rolling stone and cheated her mother out of 25 years of marriage. That was before the diabetes slowed him down.
Nevertheless, she couldn’t stop her mind from stumbling down Explicit Street. And he smelled so good…
Like leather and. And, and desire.
She came out for the last bag and Mysterious Hunk grabbed the case of water. They began chatting nonchalantly by the doorway, when Mrs. Johnson came limping up the stairs.
Her cheeks tinged pink,
“Afternoon again, Mrs. Johnson.” Naomi sang out and then ducked her head warily as to not seem taken by this beautiful stranger, who was clearly not her boyfriend.
As if on queue, Mysterious Hunk took a step bag and held onto his hands behind his back. Naomi’s mind placed him in every kind of uniform the could think of in this stance, and she pitied herself for how badly she was panting over forbidden fruit.
“Afternoon Mrs. Johnson,” he stated lowly with a lop-sided grin.
Heaven to bitsies.
What a killer smile. Mrs. Johnson on the other hand, whole face lit up and she suddenly had the agility of a toddler.
“Hello you two! Lovely day we have here isn’t it?” She beamed at the man, “I’m just bringing Jack in from a walk, don’t mind me.”
She turned her eyes to Naomi and they weren’t dull and sour,
“Continue to let young love bloom! Tata!”
That b***h. Naomi was gonna be hearing from Charlie about this, she was sure. The way Mrs. Johnson was sashaying back to her apartment for the stranger, made Naomi think of all the times she acted this way when her Boyfriend was around. Did this woman have an agenda?
Did she like dating younger men or did she just hate Naomi? She’d put money on the latter.
The old hag winked and disappeared behind her door.
“I didn’t see a dog with her,” the stranger turned to her, amusement shining in his grey eyes, “…did you?”
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