Her fire drove him wild.
“Yeah, in bed,” her sharp tone cut through the moment, making him pull away from her.
“You’re funny.” His expression hardened matching the bulge in his pants.
A hard tap came from across the room.
“Devyn?” Penelope’s voice called from the other side of the door.
“Fuck,” she swore under her breath, pushing his body off her.“Just a second, I’m with an employee.”
She smoothed the edges of her skirt down and cleaned the smudges of lipstick off her lips.
“Here.” She handed him a makeup wipe. “Clean my lipstick off your mouth. We can just forget this even happened.”
She pushed away from him, taking a seat at her desk.
“Not likely, Kennedy.”
He wiped the edges of his mouth, erasing the traces of red lipstick, before throwing it onto her desk and walking out of the room.
7
“Holy fuck is an understatement,” Maria quipped, dropping the nail file in her hand onto the table and folding her arms. “He just walked into your office and made out with you?”
Devyn nodded. “Basically yeah. He was an asshole, as usual. He downright refused my apology and then came into my office yelling. The next thing I knew I was against a wall, and he was whispering all these things in my ear.”
Devyn shivered, remembering the way his lips felt against her skin and the way his words had haunted her.
A smile stretched across Maria’s face, “What kind of things?”
“I am not repeating them.”
Blood rushed to Devyn’s face as she remembered the way his tongue danced over her skin. I want you. She had never considered herself attracted to him before, partially because he was an asshole. She had never considered him anything other than her annoying and overly rude coworker. But now? Now Devyn wasn’t so sure.
Sure he was tall, handsome, and built like a god, but he had treated her so poorly for so long. She couldn’t let the harsh treatment be overruled by one extremely hot make out session, regardless of how badly she was craving it again. Her nipples peaked from the memory of being pressed up against his hard chest.
No.
Her body be damned. She was not falling for it.
“It doesn’t matter.” Devyn stood from the table. “It’s time for my least favorite thing of the year.”
Maria’s face lit up, beaming like the lights hanging all over their house. She had been patient, waiting for Devyn to agree to let the 10 foot tall tree take over the better half of their living room. She knew Devyn hated Christmas, but Maria didn’t hesitate when she was given the opportunity to make the house look like Santa’s north pole.
She sprung out of her chair. “I’ll get the tree.”
Devyn watched Maria disappear into her bedroom. Even from across the living room she could see Maria’s collection of sugar skulls sitting on her bedroom dresser. Devyn had begged her to get rid of them.
Even though Devyn loathed putting up the Christmas tree, it was better than being bombarded with questions about her all too personal encounter with her least favorite coworker.
Maria had Christmas music playing on her turntable which had been a gift from their father. The upbeat tune of Feliz Navidad almost made her regret the decision to add another festive flare to their townhome. Damn the music was loud though, and she almost didn’t hear the ring of their doorbell over it.
“Who the hell is that,” Devyn swore under her breath.
She inched around the corner, seeing a silhouette of a man standing in their doorway.
“Maria, someone is at the door. I’m going to get it,” she yelled over the music.
Maria yelled something back at her, but her voice was muffled. It sounded like she was already buried in the tote of ornaments she kept in the back of the closet.
Devyn tugged a sweater over her head and hoped like hell it wasn’t as cold as it had been when she had gotten home earlier. The blanket of snow hadn’t been kind to the exposed tops of her feet and her flats were drenched once she climbed the final step on her porch.
With a forceful tug, Devyn opened the door to find Chad standing on her doorstep. Her face paled at the sight of him, remembering their short encounter from earlier. Devyn started to close to door in his face.
He put his hands up. “Please wait.”
“What are you doing here?”
He pressed his lips in a firm line. He was sure that Devyn didn’t want to see him before he showed up unannounced. But the tone of her voice and the look on her face when their eyes met confirmed his suspicions.
Devyn felt her stomach flutter. Despite the cruel things he had said to her, she couldn’t help but see him differently after their moment in her office. Her body reacted, urging her to pull him close.
“I came to apologize to you,” he said, letting his arms fall to his sides.
Devyn nodded and stepped outside onto the porch with him. The snow was falling heavier than it had been on her drive home. A thick blanket of white fluff laid in the flower bed she usually had roses in. She hated winter. Her green thumb ached for the warm sun on her skin again.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I should have called first.” Chad ran his hand through his hair. “But I didn’t think you’d see me if I did that.”
“Probably not,” Devyn’s voice was barely over a whisper.
“I wanted to apologize about earlier.” He forced the words out through gritted teeth.
“What about earlier?”
He looked at the ground, sighing before running his hand over his brown hair again.
“I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.” His lips pressed into a line. “I was angry. I don’t know what came over me. You came into my office trying to make peace, and it made me angry. I don’t know why.”
A harsh laugh escaped her lips and her mouth
