Page 9 of Don't Fall For Your Grumpy Neighbor

His eyes fall on the bottle of bourbon on the floor by the break room table and the chairs that tumbled over. When did that happen?

“Oh?” He tilts his head at Shepherd. “Are you all right now?

Shepherd runs a hand through his hair, “No, not really. I thought a drink might help, but I think it was probably a bad idea to skip dinner before we came here.”

Richards isn’t buying it. “I see.”

I step up next to Shepherd and put my hand in his. “I think we should head home. Right, babe?”

Shepherd nods. “Yeah that’s a good idea. Let’s go.”

“See you Monday, Felicity,” Richards calls after us as Shepherd guides us down the hallway and through the party.

Emmie gives me a grin like she knows what went down a minute ago.

Great, now I’m gonna be known as the break room sex girl instead of the pathetic girl left at the altar. At least in this scenario I get to fuck Shepherd.

I really hope I get to fuck him again.

We get out to his truck and he has me up against the passenger door before he unlocks it. Our mouths connect and it’s like my whole body remembers the events that we left behind when he had me bent over the table.

The truck beeps, and he opens the door behind me. He helps me into the seat, which is great because my legs feel like they’re about to turn to jelly as I think about them wrapped around his hips.

A moment later he’s in the drivers’ seat turning over the engine. He looks over at me. “When we get back to my place, that dress is coming off. I want to put my mouth on every inch of you.”

A shiver runs through me even though the heat is blasting through the vents. He puts his hand on my thigh as he backs out of the parking spot.

I look at him. “Do I still have to rake your leaves?”

His laugh sounds like it comes from somewhere deep. It goes on for a while and I can’t help but smile. He squeezes my thigh. “Maybe,” he says, his eyes straight forward on the road. “Let's see how well you’re walking tomorrow.”

I smile. “So, that’s a no.”

We both laugh and he hits the gas, eager to get back home. I take a deep breath, eager myself to get this dress off and feel his lips on me again. I pull my phone out of the pocket of my coat when it goes off, sad to be pulled from my dreams of what’s to come.

Emmie: I told you the hot neighbor was a good idea.

You have no idea how right you are.

Chapter 8

Shepherd

FOUR MONTHS LATER

As I sit here on my porch, letting the cool summer breeze lull me into my quiet thoughts, I’m bothered by her.

She just got home, and honestly I can’t even look at her, because every time I do I remember the one night we shared together.

Felicity Lark.

The night that was obviously not very important to her, because while I was away she got back together with that creep of an ex of hers.

Good riddance. Who needs that anyway?

Felicity, you can have that tool.

I watch as she exits her little blue Honda, and carries a bag of groceries into her house. The asshole fiancé follows behind her, letting her carry the groceries, and not offering to do it. Prick.