‘I was a fat kid, and these two boys used to call me “Lizzy the Piggy.”’ The sun-kissed god sitting to her right didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned closer. She could smell his cologne and took a deep breath of the sandalwood scent. ‘Nice to meet another former fat kid.’ He stuck his hand out once more, a piece of blond hair falling out of place on his forehead. ‘They called me Hammy.’ No way. Liz stared at him, hesitantly shaking his hand again. ‘You’re lying,’ she said, gazing at Hamilton’s broad, toned shoulders. He puffed out his cheeks. ‘It’s true. What are the chances that two former fat kids would sit at the same bar on the same night?’ Liz chuckled. ‘In America, I’d say pretty likely.’ Hamilton nodded, and a wide smile spread across his face, giving Liz a good look at his straight white teeth. ‘You’re funny,’ he said. ‘I like funny.’ ‘I like former fat kids.’ She winked at him.
Kelsie Fann, Boardroom Battle