Jason folded his large arms over his chest as he glared down at her. "Will you be able to keep your hands off of me?"
"I'm pretty sure I can manage that," she said, wondering if the man truly was insane.
"That's really all I can ask," he said, sighing, sounding completely serious.
"Don't worry, Zoe, he only works for me during the summer and one weekend a month during the rest of the year," Jared said, picking up the paper Jason slammed on his desk moments earlier and rolling his eyes.
"And the rest of the time he spends shaping the minds of our youth," Brad said dryly, earning a chuckle from Jared and a glare from Jason.
"You know I'm going to show your mother this one," Jared said, giving his son a stern look.
"Shit!" Jason said, reaching out and snatching the piece of paper away. "I should have known you'd take her side!"
"Are you done interrupting my meeting with Miss. O'Shea?"
Jason narrowed his eyes on her. "You're taking the job, right?"
"I guess I-"
"Good," he said, turning his attention back to his father. "Then fire the other one."
"I can't fire her. She needs to train Zoe," Jared patiently pointed out even though she couldn't quite remember agreeing to take the job. She didn't know how she felt about working with insane people. Then again she did just spend the last three years working for the soulless.
"Have mom do it." He gestured lazily to the large Mickey Mouse wall clock. "It's almost twelve o'clock and she's not even here. You should fire her lazy ass."
"She had a doctor's appointment this morning, you jackass," Jared snapped. "Now stop being such a baby. I'm not firing your wife."
Zoe felt her eyebrows climb to her hairline. The man was trying to get his wife fired? The man really was insane. Thankfully Brad took pity on her and explained the situation before she tried to come up with an excuse to get the hell out of there.
"She's seven months pregnant and he doesn't want her working. So everyday he writes her up for sexual harassment or some other bullshit and we all laugh behind his back."
Oh.......
That was kind of sweet in a psychotic sort of way.
"She shouldn't be working," Jason said, glaring at his friend.
"She likes to keep busy," Jared pointed out.
Zoe stood up. "Maybe I should step outside," she said, feeling a little awkward.
"No, that's-"
"Dad?" a woman called out from the other room, cutting him off. "Could I get a hand? I'm about to drop the plate of brownies I made!"
The word "brownies" was barely out of the woman's mouth when Jared jumped up from his chair and rushed towards the door the same time Jason turned to leave. Jason was almost at the door when Jared grabbed him by the back of the shirt and yanked him backwards, causing him to stumble. Just before he crashed into her she found herself yanked back and out of the way. As soon as Jason was able to catch his footing he was off and out the door.
"The most important rule you need to learn if you work here is never come between a Bradford and his food," Brad said, sounding completely serious.
"Those are my brownies, you bastard!" she heard Jason yell.
Zoe swallowed. "I guess so," she mumbled, allowing him to steer her out of the office even though part of her thought that maybe it would be safer to hide under the desk until the brownies were gone.
She received another shock when she walked back into the reception area. When she realized Jason was married she'd automatically assumed he married a tall voluptuous blonde to go along with his ego. What she didn't expect was the short cute chestnut haired woman with glasses and one of the sweetest smiles she'd ever seen. If there was any doubt in her mind that this woman was his wife the look of total adoration he was sending her squashed it. Jason placed a hand on the woman's round stomach as he leaned down and gave her the sweetest kiss Zoe had ever seen.
"These are so good," Jared practically moaned, drawing her attention.
She looked over to find Jared standing next to the counter with an adorable baby boy cradled in his arm as he stood protectively in front of a large plate of brownies as he devoured one.
"Haley, this is Zoe. She was thinking of taking the job until the dumb bastard you married scared the hell out of her," Brad announced, chuckling.
Haley pushed her glasses up her nose as she glared up at her husband. "What did you do?"
"Me?" Jason demanded in an innocent tone as he pressed a hand to his chest.
She glared up at Jason for another minute before turning an expectant look on Brad who was only too happy to tell her.
"He wrote you up again," Brad said cheerfully.
"Betraying bastard," Jason mumbled, throwing a glare at Brad that only seemed to make his grin widen.
She sighed heavily. "The things I put up with," Haley said, walking over to Zoe.
"Put up with? You adore me, my little grasshopper, and we both know it."
"Hello, my name is Haley and that little guy is Cole," she said, smiling as she gestured to the baby who was now trying to wrestle a brownie away from Jared. "I would apologize for my husband, but then that's all I'd be doing all day and I really just don't have the time."
Zoe bit back a smile.
"Hey!"
"Zoe, are you interested in the job?" Jared asked around a mouthful of brownie.
Was she? Despite all the craziness and the frightening revelation that all Bradford's were psycho about their food, at least the males were, she was interested in the job. Whether that was out of desperation or amusement she wasn't sure.
Chapter 6
"Let's call it a night, gentlemen!" Carl called out through a bullhorn.
Trevor shot one last bolt into the metal frame before he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm. He looked at his watch and nearly groaned. It figured that the first time they got out on time in weeks and he had a ton of shit to do. He started to make a mental list of all the shit he had to do as he grabbed his tools and headed for the ladder. There was no food in his house, he still had a shit load of laundry to do, and the sink was overflowing with dishes. Looked like he was putting off his haircut for another night, he thought with disgust as he shoved the hair out of his face.
Maybe he should call his aunt and grovel so that.........
A huge shit eating grin suddenly tipped his lips when he remembered the deal he'd made with his little tenant this morning. Oh this was fucking perfect, he thought. He had no doubt that she'd take the job he offered her even if his uncle hired her this morning. There was no way he could have missed the excited expression on her face when he pointed out that it would give her extra money, but just in case.....
He quickly handed over the tools he'd used to one of the supervisors and waited to be signed out. A few minutes later he headed for his truck as he took his phone out. Just when he thought voice mail was about to pick up Zoe answered, sounding out of breath.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Zoe. It's me," Trevor said, unlocking his door and tossing his tool belt inside the truck.
"Me who?" Zoe asked, sounding confused.
That caught him off guard. He couldn't remember having a woman not know it was him when he called. Granted that was probably because they all waited by the phone for his call and expected him, he reassured himself. He was memorable damn it!
"It's Trevor," he bit out.
"Oh," she mumbled, sounding even more confused. "How did you get this number?"
"It was on your rental application," he said, pausing by his door when he spotted his cousin walking towards him. "I just wanted to find out how things with my uncle went today." And of course he wanted to know if she'd done all his grunt work so he could get a haircut, hit the bar and maybe get laid for the first time in a long time, but she didn't need to know all the little details.