However, when Owen looked at me this morning and licked his lips, I took a look of my own in the mirror. I mean, a real look. What I saw for myself was an attractive, curvy woman who shouldn’t try so hard to hide herself or from herself.
Although observing King’s reaction makes me believe all he sees is the trouble I’ll get into dressed like this. He sucks in a deep breath and shakes his head before waving for Owen to follow him.
“Let’s talk,” he says.
“Give me a sec.” Brick nods but takes a moment to wave over one of the guys working.
When the worker comes over, Owen leans into whisper something to him. They both turn their attention to me. “Eva this is Anthony, the foreman here. You’ll stick with him until I get back.”
“Okay,” I say quietly.
I can totally read Owen doesn’t like this introduction one bit. He’s not doing well at hiding it either. I glance at King, but he seems distracted.
“Good to meet you, Eva,” Anthony says with a lingering look at my breasts before he reaches out a hand to shake mine.
I reach out my hand but clumsily drop the hard hat on the ground as I look to Owen out of the corner of my eye. I bend to reach for the hat and when I straighten, I find Anthony smirking at my ass.
I shoot my gaze to Owen. His ears are so red, I know he’s ready to blow. The only thing holding him back is King standing right next to him. King is looking at his phone and misses the entire exchange.
Quickly, I shake my head at Brick. Reminding myself again not to call him by his real name. I keep my hands busy with the hat instead of trying to shake Anthony’s hand. Something tells me that’s not such a great idea.
“Mr. Mason spoke highly of your crew. Nice to meet you too,” I say.
“We are the best,” the foreman replies with pride.
“Anthony,” Brick bites out. He gives Anthony a dirty glare as a warning.
“Got it, boss.”
I can tell Brick wants to say something more, but he doesn’t.
Anthony gives a smile and waves for me to follow him. I start after him but look back to see King watching me for a moment with that same frown on his face before his phone grabs his attention again. I rub my hands on my jeans self-consciously.
Yeah, I might be dressed for trouble if King looks so disturbed. If I go by Anthony’s appreciative looks and Owen’s death glares directed at Anthony, I’m pretty sure King is right. It doesn’t take long for me to find out for a fact.
***
King and Owen disappeared to talk club business hours ago. I knew King had something on his mind, because he totally missed the entire thing that passed between Brick and Anthony. Usually, he would’ve been the one to threaten to cut the guy’s balls off, if he didn’t keep his eyes to himself.
A part of me wishes Brick had said more earlier. I would love to have my baggy clothes back right about now. At the moment, I’m sitting through an awkward lunch with a bunch of guys drooling over me. Anthony is on my right, sitting way too close. I’ve been asked out on a date twice by two different guys.
“So, you’re the big boss’s new personal assistant?” one of the guys asks, I think he said his name was Rock.
I nod and nibble at the sandwich Anthony insisted he pay for at the truck. I wipe at my mouth and sip my soda. With a swallow, I give a real reply, since everyone seems to be looking for me to elaborate.
“Yes, I’m an intern for the summer.”
“I’d love to have an intern following me that looks like you,” one of the other guys says. I can’t remember his name.
“I’d watch that,” Texas, a guy I recognize as a Lost Soul, cautions. “That’s Prez’s little sister.”
The guy who made the comment and the two who asked me out look like they’re about to lose their lunch. I almost laugh at the look of horror in their expressions. I guess they heard enough about my brother.
“Damn, I still wouldn’t mind climbing that family tree,” Anthony murmurs next to me.
The growl that rumbles through my back nearly has me jumping in the air. I turn to look over my shoulder to find Owen is standing at my back, looking down on Anthony with rage in his eyes. I go to touch his chest to calm him but think better of it.
“Brick, the guys were only joking,” I squawk.
“It’s sounds like sexual harassment and it won’t be happening on my worksites. If I hear it again, the mouth it comes from will be out of a job,” Owen seethes.
“I… I meant no harm, boss,” Anthony stutters.
“The fuck you didn’t,” Owen growls out. “Eva, let’s go.”
“I didn’t finish my lunch. I don’t want to waste Anthony’s money,” I say stupidly, wincing as soon as the words are out of my mouth.
“He paid for your lunch,” Owen says tightly.
Owen’s face burns red and his ears turn purple. Oh, shit, I know that look and it isn’t good. He’s about to go DEFCON. I chide myself for my stupid mouth and get up from the plank I’d been sitting on with the rest of the guys.
“I’m ready,” I say as I move toward where the cars are parked.
I chance a look over my shoulder, hoping Owen is right behind me. He’s not, instead he has a hand on Anthony’s shoulder as he whispers something in his ear. Anthony’s face has gone white as a sheet.
My mouth falls open and I stop right in my tracks. I turn, wringing my hands and look around for King. I’m not sure if he has left. When my gaze lands
