100% That Witch - Celia Kyle Page 0,45

with a strange woman. She was incredibly gorgeous—tall and curvy with very long chestnut hair. She wore a high-end maroon dress that hugged her in all the right places. Nero held her arm gently, laughing at something she said. The woman tossed her head and laughed in return, those chestnut curls falling like glittering silk in the sun. They leaned close in, putting their heads together. She stroked his beard slowly, and he raised his hand to grip it gently.

What... the actual... fuck?

A dull, cold pain thudded in Tiffany’s forehead, until she realized she’d leaned forward and was pressing her face to the glass. She’d experienced insecurity while she’d been crushing on Rhys, but this… This didn’t feel the same. The white heat burning a hole in her guts was so much more powerful and real.

Nero and his companion pulled back from their embrace, both still smiling at each other with tremendous affection. The woman put a hand on Nero’s chest and gazed up at him in open appreciation. Nero met her gaze with an easy smile, brushing hair off her temple. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his cheek.

Their bodies remained pressed together, despite the fact Tiffany was screaming at them inside her own head. Days passed and she couldn’t find her breath. In one awkward, loud gasp, she finally sucked in some air, but her eyes never left the couple across the street. The stunner cozying up to Nero eventually walked away, throwing a glance over her shoulder at Nero that was all kinds of sultry. As she walked, she stuck a hand on one hip, and practically sashayed down the street, showing off her gorgeous figure.

Tiffany wanted to go kick the hell out of that firm, full ass.

But it only got worse when Nero watched her go. The air froze in her lungs again, and it took a helluva concerted effort to make the organs work properly again. When he turned toward the shop, they clamped shut again.

I think I’m going to faint.

She managed to stumble a few steps away from the window before Nero could spot her. Panic had her in its talons, and all she could do was turn in slow circles, trying to figure out something to make herself look busy but coming up blank. Of course, there was plenty—should have simply stood behind the register for that matter—but her brain was too consumed by the image of the beautiful woman’s lips pressing against the flesh just above his beard.

Nero came through the door, whistling under his breath. Tiffany gaped at him, and as his eyes met hers, she felt her heart start pounding again. Combined with the lack of oxygen, the sudden rush of blood made her head swim.

I really am going to faint.

“Morning,” he said cheerily, as though the world hadn’t just turned upside down. “How ya doing, Kiki? Nice to see you, Tiffany.”

Kiki smiled and greeted him, but the silence from Tiffany was like thick ice on a pond, shoving everything away from it until there was nothing but stillness in its wake. Nero frowned just a little, smart enough to recognize something was wrong here. Kiki gave him a little grimace and then headed to the back with a wave.

Nero’s eyes darted between Kiki’s disappearing form and Tiffany. His frown deepened.

“Tiffany?”

“Who was that?” she snapped. She made no attempt to control her voice or her emotions. Didn’t Nero himself tell her she should be true to her feelings?

“Who?” Nero asked, puzzled.

“That woman! The woman across the street!” Tiffany gestured wildly at the window.

He frowned again, clearly searching his brain for relevant information. Then his eyes brightened.

“Oh, Clarissa? We were just catching up.”

Tiffany crossed her arms with a huff. “It didn’t look like just anything to me.”

Nero tilted his head. “Well, I suppose you’re right. We were lovers a long time ago. And I mean, a really long time ago. I suppose that fondness has remained.”

“How long?” Tiffany demanded, figuring anything longer than five years as “a long time.” But her frantic mind had forgotten to factor in the long-life of a vampire.

“Hmm,” he rubbed his chin. “More than fifty, I think. Not more than a hundred. It’s hard to keep track sometimes.”

“A hundred?” she echoed, incredulous. “Years?”

“Something like that. Like I said, it’s been a long time. We still like to keep in touch.”

“It all looked pretty fresh to me,” Tiffany muttered. “Especially to her.”

Nero smiled. “She’s a big tease, Tiffany. We aren’t