I had plain,wavy brown hair that stoppedin the middle of my back and I rarely did anything with it besidesthrow it up in a bun or ponytail. My eyes were hazel, but then, sowere a million other people’s eyes. My nose was average and fit myface averagely. My lips were a little thick, but I stayed away fromlipstick to keep them from being noticeable. I had rosy cheeks, butthat was because of my light complexion. The only thing awesomeabout my face was that I had perfectly arched eyebrows that didn’tneed plucking, but they were kind of marred by the beauty mark thatlooked like a period at the end of my right eyebrow.
And if myface was crowd-blendable, mybody was no better. I was 5’2” and my body worked with my height. Ihad a B cup all the C and D cups that ran through the campushallways easily overshadowed. I had a small waist, and it flaredout to my hips, but my hips and ass matched my frame. And my legswere just long enough to make me 5’2”.
I was no Vivi, withall her natural, alluring curves.
So, Twin #1clearly had to be drunk orhigh to utter that untrue statement. “I…I don’tthink…I’m…”
Yeah…superarticulate, I know.
He arched his browand froze me with his gorgeous green gaze. “You don’t think you’repretty?”
I wascompletely befuddled. His stunning looks were rendering mestupid, and Christ, the kid haddimples. Why would God add dimples to these faces? They were lethalas it was without them. “Are you…can I…” I had to clear my throat.“Is there something I can help you find?”
Twin #2chuckled as Twin #1 threw his head back and said, “What do you think, Mase? Is theresomething she can help us with?”
My bodyfroze as he addressedMason.
There was asecond of silence and my entire body shook when Mason’s voice broke the silence in theroom. “There’s not a single thing she can do to helpus,” he bit out, cruelly. And I cursed myself when mybody reacted to his words. Or maybe I should say his voice. Hiswords were rude, but his voice sounded like silk being draped overthe dirtiest of sins.
Suddenly, I could feelmyself angering and everything in me wanted to ask him what thehell his problem was, but I wasn’t that foolish.
There were four ofthem.
And justbecause I’ve taken beatings from grown men before, when I wasyounger and in foster care, didn’t mean I wanted a repeatand I didn’t know these guyswell enough to chance it.
Mybraveryturned to fear when Iheard the obvious signs of a door locking. My head turned towardsthe door and I caught Aiden Buchanan locking the store’s frontdoor, as bold as you please.
I silentlythanked God that the blindswere still open and passing pedestrians could still see inside thestore if they took the time to look. I mentally bargained with TheLord again that if he got me out of this encounter unscathed, I’dpicked a religious charity to invest in, once I landed ajob.
Ireturned my attention to the twinsand tried to sound professional, but stern. “I need to close up thestore before I get in trouble. Was there something you guys wantedthat you need help with?”
Twin #2answered, “Nope.Not a thing,Pretty Girl.” He winked at me, and I swear, my knees almostbuckled. “We just stopped by to check out a thing or two.” I stood,confused beyond all reason, as I watched Aiden unlock the door andall four of them filed out of the store.
Theworse part?
While I washappy to watchthem leave,having Mason Buchanan give me one final look over his shoulder mademy entire body shiver, and it wasn’t in a good way.
After a fewseconds, I snapped out of my stupor, ran to the front of the store,engagedthe lock on the frontdoor and pulled down the blinds.
I let out a deepbreath as my back hit the wall and I slid down until my ass hit thefloor.
What in the everlovin’ fuck just happened?
Why in the hellwould any of them come inhere?
In all thethreeyears I have workedhere, I’ve never seen Mason or Aiden come in here. I mean, Isuppose they could have come in here during my off shifts, butstill, what were the odds?
I closed myeyesto rid myself of theimage of all four Buchanans, but it wasn’t helping. It’s a wonder Ihadn’t died of a heart attack having all their attentions centeredon me.
No matter what thereason.
And Masonfinally acknowledging my existence, even if it had been indirectly,was enough to give me nightmares. I mean, I knew hedidn’t like me, but I neverthought he’d actually be mean to my face.
Iwould have to work extra hardto be invisible from now on.
Chapter 4
Mason~
