Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,98
even as she had to wonder if she could use this challenge that he was clearly laying down at her feet to return to the Fire & Brimstone.
She really missed Fire & Brimstone and if it wasn’t for her damn pride, she would already have her job back. But, unfortunately for her, she did have her pride so she was here, in bed with her incredibly hot boyfriend, hoping that this would all work out like some ridiculous plot in a movie or just a really horrible book.
“Winner’s choice,” he said as she sat there, calculating the possibilities and realizing that they weren’t looking good.
Not because she was afraid that she was going to lose, but because she knew that she was going to win. She knew Lucifer better than anyone else so the chances of her losing were pretty low. She didn’t need to win to tell him that she wanted to come back to work, because she could do that now if she wasn’t so damn stubborn.
Inwardly sighing, she realized that she was going to have to use her win for something else, like making him serve her breakfast in bed for a month or so, or getting her car detailed. She’d find another way to get back to the Fire & Brimstone without having to suck up her pride and asking for her job back. Not that it mattered anyway, not when she’d promised to come back in a few more weeks if she didn’t find another job.
Things would work out, she told herself as she sat up and faced off with the man that was going to learn how she liked her eggs cooked and cocked a brow in challenge. “Fine. Then fire away. Ask me anything,” she said, smiling, because this was probably going to be the easiest win that she’d ever-
“Fine. How did I end up with the nickname Lucifer?” he asked, cutting her off and making her realize something very important.
She may have once again underestimated the sneaky bastard.
“How did you end up with the nickname Lucifer?” she repeated back to buy herself some extra time as she desperately searched her memory, trying to find something, anything, that would help her answer that question.
“How?” he asked with a cocky smile as he folded his arms over his chest and sat back, watching her expectantly while she sat there giving up on trying to remember something that would clue her into the answer that she needed and decided to try to bullshit her way through this one since there was no way that she was going to be able to come up with the right answer.
“Because you’re an asshole,” she said, deciding that was her best chance to win this thing.
“Yes,” he said.
“Oh my, God, really?” she asked, stunned that she’d actually nailed it.
That is until the bastard that had damn well better make sure that her bacon was crisp every morning started laughing.
“No.”
“Asshole,” she muttered with a glare and a pout, already hating this stupid game.
Chapter 49
“Your turn,” he said with a satisfied sigh as he watched her pout turn to confusion.
“Are you forgetting something?” she asked with an expectant tone.
“No,” he simply said as he waited for her to get on with it.
“You haven’t proved that I was wrong yet,” she stubbornly pointed out.
“I wasn’t aware that was part of the game,” he murmured absently when she shifted on the bed, causing the tee shirt to pull up just enough so that he was rewarded with a flash of pink panties.
“You should have been,” she said as she gestured for him to get on with it. “Well?”
“Well, what?” he asked, shifting as discretely as possible in the hopes that he would be able to get a better view of-
“Ouch! What the hell was that for?” he snapped, rubbing his knee where the crazed woman had just flicked him.
“I’m going to need you to focus here,” she said, reminding him that she took games seriously, very seriously. “Why does everyone call you Lucifer?”
“Besides the fact that I’d kill them if they didn’t?”
She rolled her eyes with a nod. “Yes, besides that.”
He shrugged and admitted, “Because of Aidan.”
Apparently that wasn’t what she’d expected, because she sat there, staring at him. “Yeah, that really didn’t answer my question.”
“Didn’t it though?” he asked innocently, loving the way her eyes narrowed dangerously on him.
He really wished that he’d realized just how much fun it was to torment her sooner. All that wasted time…