Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,54

as she glanced at the time and realized how late it was. Deciding to call it a night, she clicked Save and turned off her computer before heading to her bathroom for a shower. A thousand ideas ran through her head as she stepped into the shower. She had to finish the incorporation paperwork, buy a domain, sign up for-

“Cold!” she gasped when the hot water suddenly turned ice-cold and-

“What are your plans for tomorrow night?” came the drawled words as her attention shot towards the faucet where the large tan hand was slowly turning the hot water back on.

“I’m not really sure yet,” she admitted as she sighed with relief when the hot water hit her.

“I see,” he murmured, sounding thoughtful from the other side of the dark curtain as she tried to remember if she’d hung her towel outside the shower or not.

“Is there something that I can help you with?” Charlie asked, hoping to keep him distracted as she reached through the opening at the other end only to wince when her hand found the metal hook empty.

“Go out with me tomorrow night,” he said, making her lips pull up into a smile.

“Well, I’d have to check my calendar to see if-Cold!” she ended up gasping when the devious man turned off the hot water.

“Are you going out with me, Charlie?” he asked, sounding bored as he slowly turned the hot water back on.

“I mean, that’s kind of short notice and everything,” Charlie said, only to end up pressing herself back against the shower wall when that large hand slowly turned the hot water off again.

“Go out with me,” he said, turning the hot water back on a few seconds later.

“Shouldn’t I consider my options?” she asked only to gasp when the evil man once again turned the hot water off.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes! That’s a yes!” Charlie gasped as she backed up as far as the shower would allow her, which unfortunately for her, wasn’t very far.

“You could have just said that,” he murmured, sounding thoughtful as the large hand slowly turned the hot water back on.

“Well, I mean, I didn’t want you to think that I was easy or anything,” Charlie said, only to yell, “Oh, my god! Stop doing that!” seconds later.

“Then stop driving me crazy,” Devin said, once again turning the hot water only to stop mid-turn and shut it back off when she said, “Do I really have to?”

“Alright, I’ll stop!” she gasped, laughing when he turned the hot water back on. “Are you going to leave so I can get out?”

There was a pause and then…

“Well, that depends…” came the murmured response that had her eyes narrowing on the large tan hand still holding the hot water faucet.

“On what?”

“On whether or not you give me a kiss goodnight,” he said, making her lips twitch.

Sighing heavily, she asked, “Do I have to?” only to yell, “Okay!” when the devious man that she’d underestimated shut off the hot water again.

When he turned the water off a few seconds later, Charlie glared as she watched his hand disappear only to reappear a moment later with a towel.

Taking the towel, Charlie continued to glare as she wrapped it around herself before she reached over and yanked open the shower curtain to find the incredibly handsome man that would pay for coming between her and her hot water leaning back against the sink counter looking a little too pleased for her liking.

“You went too far, sir,” she said, stepping out of the shower.

“Did I, though?” Devin asked as he pushed away from the counter.

“You really did,” Charlie said, nodding as she headed for the bathroom door.

“And what do you call tormenting me all day?” he asked, following her.

“Using my free time effectively,” she said, grabbing a pair of panties and the Bradford Creations’ tee-shirt that she’d helped herself to.

“Isn’t that my shirt?” he asked, reaching over to take it from her only to sigh when she pulled it back out of his reach and gestured with her other hand for him to turn around.

“Mine now,” she said, waiting until he was turned around before she quickly dried off and pulled on her underwear and the shirt that she felt was rightfully hers now.

“First you steal my children,” Devin said as he slowly turned around with a sad shake of his head and a heavy sigh, “then you steal my office and now you’re stealing my shirts.”

“I mean, can you really say that I stole them when