Chapter Seven
Lola turned the water on and put the stopper in. She added dish soap and watched the bubbles foam up. She let out a soft sigh, picking up the first cup to carefully wash it.
Merrow leaned against the counter, his arms crossed as he watched her. She could feel his gaze on her and feel the burning in her cheeks. She wasn’t used to so many men paying her so much attention, watching her like they were dying of thirst and she was a glass of water.
“You can go back and sit with your friends if you’d like,” Lola said, looking over her shoulder at the blonde-haired merman.
“The view is better in here,” he chuckled. She reached for one of the bright orange dish towels folded neatly under the sink. Turning, she tossed it towards him.
“You can help me then,” Lola said with a smile
