Melted By The Lion: A Paranormal Lion Shifter Romance by Amira Rain Read Free Book Online Page B

hearing Veronica and Trevor laughing and chuckling together, but actually seeing them together. Which was funny, because I kept telling myself that I didn’t care.
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    Veronica was beautiful. Although that word hardly described her. She was beautiful in the way that Trevor was handsome, which was to say, almost indescribably.
    She was of average height and had a slender, willowy figure, though one with fairly ample breasts. And even as a female not attracted to other females’ breasts, I couldn’t deny that they were spectacular. Perfectly rounded and almost impossibly perky for their size, they seemed to defy gravity like silicone breasts, though the way they jiggled and bounced when she moved was in a way that only real breasts did. My own breasts were of similar size though not quite as high, despite the fact that I’d been just twenty-five at the time I’d been frozen, as I’d been able to recall. I was sure Trevor had admired Veronica’s breasts when he’d met her earlier that day. Not that I cared.
    Veronica’s willowy-yet-curvy physique was also extremely toned. Her longish legs, nearly all of them visible in the denim shorts she was wearing, which she’d rolled several times to make them as short as possible, appeared perfectly firm. A gap of at least two or three inches was visible between her thighs, even when she walked. The only part of her body that displayed any softness was her breasts, and maybe also her rear and hips a bit.
    My own legs weren’t quite as perfectly trim and firm. When I’d put on my own pair of shorts, I’d noticed that my thighs were just slightly jiggly, just enough to make me slightly self-conscious about wearing shorts. My body was healthy and strong, though, and therefore, it was beautiful, I’d told myself while studying my legs in the mirror. But that had been before I’d seen Veronica in shorts.
    And her body wasn’t the only beyond-beautiful thing about her. Her face, even without a stitch of makeup, could have graced the cover of any high-fashion magazine. She even seemed to be poised for that opportunity at any second, with her pillowy pink lips fixed in a seemingly permanent pout. Her big, ocean-blue eyes were fringed with an amount of thick, long, dark lashes that one could usually only get from a strip or two of false ones. Her perfectly arched, dark cinnamon-auburn brows matched the gorgeous shade of her bouncy, voluminous, near-waist-length hair. It was a shade that seemed to be the color that I had been striving for my own hair, an unremarkable reddish-brown, but never attained.
    I knew I wasn’t ugly. I knew my looks would probably even be considered very pretty by most people. But I wasn’t like her . I would have wagered that maybe only one in a thousand women was.
    I didn’t need to be her, though, I told myself, after Trevor had perfunctorily introduced us out in the hospital hallway. I wasn’t going to compete for his affections. Even if I had been the only woman in the mix, I knew I still would have been having serious reservations about entering into the “business arrangement” of having a child with a man I didn’t even know, especially one as seemingly cold as Trevor. Veronica could have him all to herself without me vying for space in his bed, or even a minute of his time, for all I cared.
    Though at the same time, I’d developed a problem that afternoon, even while I’d been visiting with Betty and listening to what she’d been saying. Every so often, I kept remembering how Trevor had said my hair was “very pretty,” as was my “sweet, heart-shaped” face. I kept remembering the warmth present in his voice when he’d said those words, and wondered if it were possible, just maybe, that Trevor wasn’t entirely the cool-as-a-cucumber businessman that he made himself out to be.
    Currently, though, I was forcing myself not to have those thoughts. Walking Veronica and me out of the hospital, Trevor was too close, and too stony-faced, for