Nice (Neighbors book 1) (re-published)

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A/N: Hey guys, I decided to republish my story in the regular format that I've been seeing on Wattpad so maybe it will be easier to read. I hope you guys enjoy it. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE, COMMENT, SHARE, AND FOLLOW.

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Elle

Knock, Knock, Knock

I walk to the door and look out the peephole to see who the hell interrupted my soak after my long day at work. I was part owner of a restaurant downtown and I loved it, I really did. But I swear people kept testing my patience. The waitress, Cam, literally dropped every dish she touched. So, I sent her home. The big spender at table 3 whined about everything that was sent to his table from his napkin to the bottle of wine he ordered then didn't want to pay for. Sheridan was the town I settled in about 5 years ago. It wasn't huge or super small; it was just right.

Now, after a long day, I'm in the tub relaxing. Or I was until I hear the doorbell 20 minutes after I get settled in my bath.

Before I even get to see who's there I hear my best friends Claire and Shay's voices through the door yelling at me to open up.

I open the door with my favorite greeting for my favorite people.     

"Hey, bitches! You know you ruined my bath?"

"Put some damn clothes on." Shay laughs and rolls her eyes strolling through the door with Claire behind her.

We started these Friday night dinners a couple years ago when we became too busy to check in with each other. It started off as every couple of weeks then eventually led to every Friday. We all take turns cooking, or ordering in (Shay's specialty), and catching up on our lives.

"And not just a t-shirt and panties. We're tired of seeing your ass!" Claire chimes as I walked back into my room to put on a t-shirt and bottoms.

" Don't worry about my ass. But, you, Claire," I turn pointing to her " need to worry about those damn waiters."

Then I proceed to tell her all about my day in Hell. Today was supposed to be a regular day before the dinner rush. Instead of the calm before the storm, all I got was the storm. Three new waiters were hired and  after their training I figured all would be fine. Oh, was I wrong. I tell Claire about our mixed up shipments of supplies and our clumsy new waiter who gave me a headache just thinking about the bill we would foot for new dishes. When I finish I head back to my room to dress for dinner.

"White wine this time, remember what happened the last time we cracked open a red." I yell as I walk through the front room of my house. The last time we drank red wine together we all ended up in our bras and panties at Claire's house. None of us could remember what happened or how we got there or even where our clothes were. So hence why I remind them every single time we hang out that red wine equals bad decisions.

After dressing in a t-shirt and shorts, I look around to see where the girls are. They aren't in the living room so I walk past the couch and head to the kitchen when I hear giggling. The sound stops me in my tracks because these bitches don't giggle, then I hear another voice. A man's voice, a deep sexy raspy man's voice.

Not wanting to disturb their little giggle fest with the mysterious man, I peek around the corner to see if I need to go change. I catch a glimpse of the sexy voiced stranger and HELL YES I need to change! He's tall about 6'2", tan skin, unruly hair, a lean but muscular body, and he has a beautiful set of pearly whites he's flashing at Shay and Claire.

Ugh! Why tonight of all nights? I slip back to my room unnoticed and I change into my black leggings but keep the t-shirt because it shows just enough cleavage so he'll notice it but not enough to be slutty. I complete my "laid back" look by pulling my shoulder-length curly hair into a bun on the top of my head. After giving myself a once over in the mirror, I make my way back to the kitchen.