Page 5 of Love Next Door
Alarm struck her beautiful features, and her mouth dropped open. She tried but failed to maintain the bags in her arms. They shifted awkwardly, and everything poured out of the top of the bags. The third plastic bag broke from the bottom, and canned goods rolled onto the floor.
“Here. Let me help you with that.” I jogged to grab the rolling cans, gathering them in my arms before I returned to her side. Grabbing one of the bags that rested on the floor at her feet, I repacked the canned goods. The third plastic bag was useless since it was broken at the bottom.
I held the bag containing the canned goods out to her as she swiped long, glossy black curls back from her face. “Thanks,” she mumbled.
I grabbed an overturned blue box and flipped it over in my hand. Tampons. Shit. Just my luck. I held them out to her, andthe woman snatched the box from my hand. I noticed that her beautiful caramel features were red, and I suspected she was embarrassed.
“Name’s July. July Maxwell,” I introduced, extending my hand to hers.
She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t ask.”
We both stood, and I continued to admire her features. She was roughly a foot shorter than my six-two height, give or take a couple of inches. Those pouty, plump, round lips seemed to hide a slight overbite. Her oval-shaped face was framed by thick ringlets all around, which I could tell was her natural texture.
The woman rubbed sweat beads off her little button nose as she once again rolled those almond-shaped, chocolate brown eyes, covered with long, thick lashes at me.
“My mama told me that your eyes would get stuck like that.”
“Excuse me?” she asked in a soft-spoken, Southern twang. She had what most people would describe as a baby voice, but I thought it was sultry and seductive.
“You keep rolling your eyes. My mama said if you keep doing that, they will get stuck like that.”
“Your mama, huh?” she responded tightly. “I’m sure your mama told you a whole lotta other things that you don’t listen to.”
I tilted my head and bit back my smile.
“Who pissed in your cereal this morning?”
“You always got some corny, Southern saying for every response?”
I chuckled and held my head down as I rubbed the back of my neck.
“My bad. Just a little something that I do when I get nervous, I guess.”
“Nervous about what?”
“Being in the presence of a beautiful woman such as yourself, who I wouldn’t mind getting to know.”
“No need to be nervous. I don’t bite,” she remarked wryly.
“Wouldn’t mind if you did,” I responded quickly.
Her eyebrow lifted, and she replied, “Most men don’t like biters.”
“I’m not most men,” I answered, turned on by her sharp commentary.
She was feisty for a tiny little thing. She couldn’t weigh no more than 125 soaking wet. Although she was petite, she was curvy and toned as well, as though she worked out. She had a nice ass but small breasts, not more than a handful. I was an ass and breasts man. I wanted both in abundance, but shorty had enough ass to make up for the missing titties.
She raised one thick eyebrow as her round cheeks lifted into a grimace more so than a smile.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing. Didn’cha mama teach you it was impolite to stare? Besides, my face is up here, not down here,” she remarked, rolling her hands in a circle in her breast area.
I licked my lips and apologized. “I meant no harm, pretty lady.”
“Mm. Just like a man. I’m sure your girl wouldn’t appreciate the way you’re gawking at and lusting after me.”
“Who says that I have a girl?”
