Chapter Five
CHAD
“Gimme that,” Shonda grabbed the box of food out of my hand. “I’m freaking hungry.” She plopped down at her desk, opened the box, and it filled the squad room with the smell of cheese. My stomach churned. After seeing Victor with that scrawny dude’s arm around him, I felt nauseous. Then I sat at my desk and tried to ignore the sound of her eating.
“God, this grilled cheese is so moist.” Shonda said in between bites. I glanced up to see greasy yellow cheese stretching from the sandwich to her mouth. She wasn’t the neatest of eaters, and I hated the word moist.
She reached for her coffee, slurping loudly. “Why didn’t you order something, Chad? I’m telling you this grilled cheese sandwich is so creamy and…”
“Moist.” I grimaced. “I get it. Your food tastes great. Now, co
