Definitely entertaining, Zoe decided as she went back to the kitchen to look for something to replace her banana.
“Hey, does anyone know where that girl is?” David, one of the supervisors and a complete asshole, demanded as he stormed out of the office.
Trevor ignored the prick as he relaxed and ate his lunch. Zoe couldn’t cook to save her life, but she could make a damn good sandwich. He was having some of the guys over after work to watch the game. He’d planned on having her order pizza for him, but maybe instead, he’d have her run out and buy deli meat so that she could make them a platter of sandwiches. Then again, he might just have her do both, Trevor thought with a smile. It was damn nice to have someone at his beck and call, he thought with a satisfied sigh.
“Hey, David, I think that’s her now!” one of the guys announced.
He watched with bored interest as Zoe hurried past the large dumpsters while hugging a large stack of folders in her arms. She headed towards the office, but was cut off by David.
“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded, getting in her face.
Since it had nothing to do with him, Trevor blocked out their conversation and focused his attention back to the problem at hand. Should he just go ahead and eat the snack cakes Zoe packed now or wait for his afternoon break? Such a tough choice, he decided as he ripped open a chocolate cake package and devoured the tasty treat. As he ripped into another treat, he resigned himself to sneaking into the office later and stealing some of the fruit that Zoe kept as a backup.
He didn’t know how she did it. Two months without decent food was bad enough, but the shit she ate was downright torture. The diet was working. It was hard not to notice that, Trevor thought as he looked up from ripping open another snack cake to run his eyes over Zoe.
There was no arguing that she looked better than she had two months ago. She’d lost about thirty pounds. She was still pleasantly rounded but in a sexy way. Her hair was shorter, shoulder-length, making her look less plain. Actually, with the light tan she was now sporting, she actually looked cute and adorable, not in the sexy way Haley did, but still cute.
Just then, she turned, giving him her back as she spoke quietly with the asshole and Trevor found his eyes dropping to that generous ass that even he had to admit was drool-worthy. There was definitely no arguing with the results, but that didn’t change the fact that he was actually worried about her.
He wasn’t a doctor, but he didn’t think the twelve hundred calories she was restricting herself to was healthy, especially since most of the time, she didn’t even come close to that limit. It wasn’t as if he was counting her calories. He wasn’t. She kept her diet journal on the kitchen counter and he made it a point to sneak a peek at it every morning and what he saw had him seeing red.
Zoe was starving herself.
A few times, he’d opened his mouth to talk to her about it only to end up shutting his mouth. It was none of his business what she did. If she wanted to survive on twigs and water, that was her business. He had his own shit to deal with and he didn’t need to add his tenant’s problems to the list.
“Damn, I was hoping she’d bitch slap him,” one of the men muttered as David stormed away and Zoe walked into the office.
“There’s always tomorrow,” someone else said wistfully. Trevor didn’t care enough to look up from packing his lunch back up to add to the conversation. It was a moot point since he really didn’t think Zoe would ever have to raise her hand. With her quick tongue, she’d never need to resort to slapping the bastard. She’d put any guy that fucked with her in his place and probably smile while she did it.
“Maybe she’ll sit on him,” Hank mused.
“Or eat him,” Craig said, chuckling.
Now that had his attention. Trevor looked up in time to see several of the guys butting fists and grinning like idiots.
“Real nice, guys,” Trevor drawled, grabbing his empty water bottle.
“Uh-oh, I think we just insulted Trevor’s woman,” Hank said, laughing.
“Knock it off, asshole. You know it’s not like that,” Trevor ground out. For the past couple of weeks, the guys had been busting his balls with this bullshit. It had gotten old real fucking fast.
“Come on, man. It’s okay. We all understand that fat chicks need love, too,” Craig said in mock sympathy, earning more chuckles and murmurs of agreement from the rest of the guys.
“Uh-huh,” Trevor said, grabbing his shit and walking away. Their bullshit annoyed him, but not enough to really care.
“Hey, Trevor, hold up!” Hank said, forcing Trevor to bite back a few choice words as he reluctantly stopped.
“What?” he snapped, not really caring that he was an asshole since he knew what was coming.
Hank stopped a few feet away from him, looking a little anxious. “I was just wondering if you were going to join the guys tomorrow night for a beer,” he grumbled, but they both knew that wasn’t the real reason he wanted to know.
He wanted Trevor to hang out with him so that he’d have a chance at a higher class of women. If he found out the jerk used his name one more time to pick up a woman, he was going to throttle the bastard.
“I’m not sure yet,” Trevor said even though he’d already planned on going. He just didn’t want to get this asshole’s hopes up and have him hounding him all night and day about it.
“You should come out,” Hank said, running a hand over his over-gelled hair to smooth it down as he gave the girl working the coffee truck, who couldn’t be more than seventeen years old, a leering look.
With a snort of disgust, Trevor walked off, amazed that someone hadn’t beaten the shit out of the bastard yet.
