“Nah.”
And another.
Four bottles in, I knocked half the shelf backwards with a loudclack.
“Oops,” I muttered, half laughing.
Look at me,sniffing shampoos that contained honey. I didn’t mind being this way. I just went with it—and actually enjoyed it.
None of the shampoos were right, though. Her hair scent had been softer. Sweeter. Not fake-sweet.
“Maybe I can mix these two.”
Was I a creep? Yeah. Did I care? Nope.
When I came back, two different honey shampoos in hand, Paula blinked.
“Oh! You like honey shampoo?”
“You have no idea.” My lips curled up, showing too many teeth.
She looked slightly alarmed but started chatting again, something about split ends. Without doing it on purpose, I zoned out and missed half of it.
After she’d scanned all ten pounds of different meats, five gallons of milk, and ten juice bottles, I handed her my black Visa, but she shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it. On the house this time,” she purred, though she averted her eyes as soon as I looked at her.
Free shopping.Sweet.
That was the second time this month. At first, I insisted on paying, but then they seemed to get offended when I did.
Unfortunately, my friends had gotten used to the treatment and tried to find excuses for me to go to the supermarket instead of them.
Lazy cheap fuckers.
There may have been some other little things here and there…
The girl who worked at the faculty café had insisted on offering my daily black coffee for free. Callum had had to pay forhis, and Killian had been charged double since he’d messed with the owner’s cousin. Then there was the old couple that always refused to return my laundry if I didn’t take back my cash, just because I helped them unload their truck sometimes. Getting away with parking or speeding tickets because the policemen were wereball fans was easy… Oh, and the plumber who stopped by our apartment regularly never charged, even though Callum’s hair always got tangled in the drain.
There also may have been the occasional free burgers at Grease Factory, the free drinks at the Rumpant Donkey, and the free sushi from Mr. and Mrs. Iakushino.
“Bye, Thor! Good luck with the game! I’ll cheer you on from the stands.” She beamed at me, her pierced nipple prominent.
I gave her a thumbs-up.
With three bags of food in each hand, I returned to my apartment. The familiar streets teemed with students or groups of friends returning home or going out.
As usual when I was alone, my mind drifted off toher. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen and would ever see.
A hundred emotions had crossed over her cute face when she’d recognized me standing right behind her at the party. I would have laughed at her expression if those sparks hadn’t shut me the hell up.
For once, I’d been left speechless.
And I always had something to say.
I had never wanted to annihilate someone as much as that bastard who had hit on her right under my nose.
My hands balled into fists. I shook my head like a dog to control myself.
