“It’s fine, I’m almost dressed,” he said.
That wasn’t the point. “I don’t want to walk out for break and find you pissing in an alley just because it’s ‘out of the way.’”
He chuckled and walked up to me, still buttoning his shirt. Dark chest hair poked out from a light brown uniform. He arched an eyebrow at my stare. “Have I offended you with my nakedness?”
My cheeks heated. “N-no. You’re supposed to wear an undershirt. And a name tag. They can write you up for stuff like that.”
“Thanks for looking out for me,” he said, his gaze briefly dipping to my shirt before he did that looking into my soul thing Theo tried on occasion.
Well, I wasn’t falling for it. Especially with someone who didn’t even want to commit tofakeboyfriend material in exchange for my services.
I bristled and marched off. “You should also wear deodorant.”
“I am.” He chuckled, his strides quickly matching mine so his aroma could confirm it. He hung back until we got to the door, at which point he rushed ahead to open it for me.
Damn.I glared. I was going to have to say ‘thanks’ again.
From the uptick of his lip, I was half-certain he enjoyed needling me to the point of irritation.
He tilted his head, his brown eyes glinting. “Ladies first.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Damn this man.
19
Sensors and Sensitivity
I gave him the drive-by tour of Fancee’s. “Your manager should’ve shown you this stuff,” I said.
“It’s still early.” He shrugged and lifted the long-sleeved shirt draped over his forearm. “I’m guessing he’ll tell me where to put my clothes once I report back.”
“We have coat hooks, but your stuff would probably be safer in the break room lockers,” I said.
“Where are those?”
I vaguely gestured as we marched back to the warehouse. “Coat hooks are on the second floor. Around the corner, there’s a double door that leads behind the other shops. You’ll pass the break room on your way to the employee exit.”
He frowned. “We share a break room with the whole mall?”
“That’s how Shelby and I met, remember?”
He rubbed his earlobe. “Oh yeah.”
He probably didn’t care.
I rolled my eyes and opened the drawer full of security sensors recovered from the main cashiers’ station. “Anyway, I have to get back to work. So do you. Good luck with your first day.”
His knee brushed the side of my leg as he stretched. “Can I text you?”
Instead of scooping up sensors with the bin, I almost flung them out of the drawer when I whipped around to him. “Why would you do that?”
“If I have questions.” He frowned. “I can ask my manager, first, but I figured—”
“That’s fine, yeah.” I let out a breath. Of course he meant for work stuff. I held up one of the sensors. “Try to keep your clothes on for the rest of the shift. Otherwise, I’ll use this to pin your shirt to your pants.”
“Thanks for the threat.” He smirked.
