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She couldn't believe her friend would find anything appealing about him. "But he's hot though, right?" Betty asked, clearly fishing for details. Noah groaned. "You're a gossip and a pervert," she said, though there was a hint of laughter in her voice. "He's a total hottie then?" Betty pressed, undeterred by Noah's reluctance. "I don't know, I didn't really look at him," Noah replied, though she couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. Despite the initial tension, she was enjoying their discussion.

Tammy almost breathed a sigh of relief after finding the twins, but then she noticed someone else standing in front of Jessica, and her eyes widened as her mouth asked, "You're Noah, aren't you?" Once again, Tammy couldn't control the volume of her voice when asking the question, and Jessica almost slapped her friend on the forehead because of the embarrassment that her friend kept giving her. Noah probably didn't feel the need to answer the question and just stared flatly at the younger woman. Unfortunately, that cold gaze didn't stop Tammy from observing him from head to toe, and the woman even spoke loudly again, "Oh my gosh! You are so hot now, Noah! You were already hot five years ago,

“Here. Drink this.” “Is there something wrong, She?” Her gaze was fixed on her friend who was scrutinizing her, particularly her face. “Are you in heat, Hassi?” Shemil touched her arm and forehead. “Wha-what day is today?” She panicked and quickly rummaged through her sling bag. “What the f*ck, Hassi. You even forget your heat cycle! Wait for me here. I'm going to buy your stuff outside.” “Bu-but it was so cold outside. I-I think . . . I can still manage. And you see, I am wearing my hamp—”

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“Qué cojones. Why isn’t she picking up?” Lola’s voice was tinged with frustration as she rang her friend’s phone for the umpteenth time. Just as she began to think her signal in the elevator was too weak to place a call through, an annoyingly loud teenager proved her wrong, walking into the large steel box on the seventh floor while watching I*******m reels on his phone, which was connected to a small Bluetooth speaker dangling from his hip as he pushed the button for the 10th floor.

Nate The heat of the fire burns into the air, pulling sweat from all our skins. Shit. It's so fucking hot. Combined with the cool November breeze, it's almost like the fire is desperately trying to cling to us. Slowly, some of the guys stand up from the crouching position and start moving towards the blazing tin can. To check it out? Or put out the fire? I don't know. All my gaze is focused back on Eli. "I told you to pat dry the bird," Eli mutters under his breath. It's so low that only I can hear him.

Steady and fearless. “Sorry to burst your pride, ma’am,” Kelsey said coolly, “but we don’t tolerate workplace bullying here.”

Hunter noticed and gently extracted his arm from Sandy’s and offered it to me. “Beta Sophia,” he said. “Would you please join me for a walk through the gardens?” What the fuck is happening!? “WHAT?!” Sandy shrieked, and the noise in the room went silent. My heart fluttered, and discomfort from the stares began to seep through my emotional armor. “No, thank you, Alpha Hunter,” I politely responded with no emotion while keeping my gaze down. “Why?” Hunter questioned, obviously not used to being rejected. “Unlike your Beta, Alpha Hunter, I’m not a whore trying to become a Luna.”

"Moon's organization helped me." The silence that follows this statement lasts all of five seconds. Oho, who has remained fairly quiet, leaps to his feet. "That's fuckin' bullshit. I don't owe no debt to some wetback spics." Grumbles in the room increase while Oho clenches and unclenches his fists. His face and bald head are bright red.

That someone is my college professor but she doesn't need to know that. "Well, I want details. Is he sexy?" Fuck it's Evelyn's interrogation. "Evie, I am not in the mood for twenty questions. I will say he is hot as fuck but is totally out of my league." She looks deeper into my eyes like they will give me away. My eyes can't talk back Evie Squire even if you want them to. "Well if he is out of your league, it's time for a makeover. You really need to toss all your overalls away and start looking like a woman. I'm talking new hairstyle and loads of skin-tight dresses."