Don't Go Baking My Heart

Reba

[Monday, 2:35 p.m.]

Reba: hey can I come for my stuff later? ??

Devon: Not a good time. Sorry

Reba: hmm so when then? During the party on Saturday?

[Monday, 5:00 p.m.]

Reba: helloooo you leaving me on read???

Devon: Not during the party. That wouldn’t be ideal.

Reba: why not?

[Tuesday, 8:15 a.m.]

Reba: Devon King, you left me on read again. Don’t forget I know where you live…

[Wednesday, 7:45 a.m.]

Reba: ok I got side tracked with something so my panties when? It’s my lucky pair. As you can see I did get lucky in them so…

[Wednesday, 5:00 p.m.]

Reba: now you’re just being rude. are you still at your office?

Devon: Yes

Reba: hmm so you do remember how to type? Alright, ok. You brought this on yourself…

The buildingthat housed Dax Designs still hummed with life when she walked in, takeout boxes in hand. Five-thirty wasn’t that late for everyone to be cleared out yet, and it was still light out. The guard was more than happy to direct her to Devon’s floor again, even though she remembered where she was going. Even the receptionist seemed to recognise her when she got up to his floor. Reba supposed it was the pink hair that made her unforgettable.

Today, she had it worn in a plait wound around her head like a crown. Queen mode had been activated the moment she realised that Devon was ignoring her. It was best to take matters into her own hands.

“He still busy? I brought him some dinner,” she told the smiling woman.

“Well, thank God cuz I don’t think he’s left that office in hours.”

As much as she’d prefer her presence to be a surprise, the receptionist wouldn’t just allow Reba to breeze right in. She told the bubbly woman her name and waited as she called.

“Yes, a Ms. Johnson is here to see you. She came to drop something off? Okay, yes, fine.” She hung up, giving Reba a sheepish smile. “He doesn’t seem like he wants to be bothered, but he’s fine if you just go in and drop off the food at least.”

She had no intention of just dropping anything off, but she couldn’t tell this smiling woman that. “Thanks.”

She approached his office, knocked, and waited. He looked extremely flustered when he opened the door, tie loose, top button of his shirt undone, eyes narrowed as they swept over her.

“I don’t like surprise visits to my office, as you already know.” He looked down at the bag in her hand.

“Well, I hope you like Chinese. You’ve been ignoring me,” she said, sashaying past him into his office. “But kind soul that I am, I brought food because I figured surely this man is probably wrapped up in his work and so weak from hunger that he simply didn’t have the energy to reply to me.”

She placed the food on a corner of his desk and turned to face him.

He approached her as if she were a wild animal that could strike any moment. It almost made her laugh. At least his instincts were spot-on. Devon was about to learn a simple lesson. He’d ignored her, which was slightly dangerous for him because it had forced her to go into full-on revenge mode, the best way she knew how. He liked her in dresses, so she had chosen tonight’s carefully. White this time, it was long enough that it reached to her calves, but she’d left some of the buttons at the front undone, just enough that it would show a lot of thigh depending on how she was positioned. The capped sleeves cupped the rounded curves of her shoulders, leaving enough bare skin for him to drink in.

“I told you I was busy.”