Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,67
said, giving her backpack a pointed jostle only to frown when she realized that her bag was suspiciously light this morning.
“I got bored waiting for you,” Devin said, shrugging it off.
“When?” she demanded, racking her brain trying to figure out when he had a chance to eat the lunch that she’d packed this morning.
“When you ran back inside to grab your iPad,” he said around a yawn, sounding bored while she stood there unable to stop staring at him in horror.
“I was only inside for thirty seconds, if that,” Charlie pointed out hollowly.
“I was hungry,” Devin said as she narrowed her eyes on him.
“There had better be jelly donuts with that lunch,” she said, turning to walk into their office only to turn around and playfully slap him on his arm. “And stop stealing my food.”
“If I did, then you wouldn’t have lunch with me,” Devin said, pulling his bag off so that he could reach in and drop it on the office floor.
“You could just eat lunch with me at my desk,” she pointed out.
“I could do that,” he admitted before adding, “but I’d rather steal your lunch to hold me over.”
Narrowing her eyes on him, she said, “I’m filing a complaint with the manager.”
“Oh, yeah, and who’s that?” Devin asked, looking a little too cocky for her liking.
“Dustin,” she said, taking an insane amount of pleasure in wiping that smile off his face.
“I would have made a great fucking asset!” he snapped as he turned around to storm off, but she couldn’t let him leave like that, now could she?
“I don’t get a goodbye kiss?” Charlie asked with the saddest sigh that she could manage.
“No, you don’t,” Devin said in a huff as he folded his arms over his chest and pointedly looked away.
“Are you sure?” she asked, worrying her bottom lip.
“Very sure,” he said as she pulled her bag off her shoulder and dropped it on the floor next to his.
“I’ll give you a goodbye kiss,” T.J. offered with a wink as he walked over and-
“I was kidding!” T.J. said, chuckling as he held up his hands in surrender and backed away before Devin could make another grab for him.
With one last glare shot at T.J., Devin leaned and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before he turned around and-
Stopped when she released a long-suffering sigh that had him slowly turning around and cocking a brow in question.
“It’s just that,” Charlie said, pausing so that she could release another sigh, this one softer, “it just doesn’t feel like that kiss properly conveyed your undying love for me, that’s all.”
“That’s all, huh?” Devin murmured as his lips pulled up into a pleased smile.
“I’m afraid so,” she said, unable to help but smile when he reached for her.
When he leaned down and took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, Charlie found herself reaching up to wrap her arms around him and-
Blinking when he suddenly stopped and she found herself turned around and gasping, “Hey!” when he gave her bottom a soft swat.
“Get to work,” he said, chuckling as he turned around to walk off only to make her frown when he threw over his shoulder, “Don’t forget to see Patrick to get reimbursed for that convention.”
“I’m sorry. What’s this now?” she couldn’t help but wonder.
“Go upstairs and put in for the convention. You shouldn’t have to pay for something that helps you do your job,” Devin said firmly as he gestured for her to move her ass.
She opened her mouth to argue only to close it with a sigh when he said, “Go,” with a look that told her that she better move her ass.
Grumbling, Charlie reluctantly headed upstairs and made her way into the break-room, deciding that she’d kill some time in here before she headed back downstairs since she had absolutely no intention of trying to get reimbursed for this. She needed to tell Devin and she needed to tell him soon, Charlie realized as she tried to figure out how she was going to do that without making this awkward. Then again, maybe she should be more concerned with how pissed he was going to be when he found out that she was quitting. Maybe if she-
“There are better ways to do your job, you know,” Kelly said with a pitying look as she walked past her and helped herself to the pot of coffee that Charlie was sure had been there since she started working here five years ago.