I push the trolley through the doors leading out to the main floor, muttering, “Whatever.”
Reid has the van already backed up to the loading bay doors, ready for us to load the boxes onto.
When Evie’s head pops up from her computer, a little startled, Jaxon leans in to whisper, “If she leaves, I’m putting you on desk duty for the year.”
Her head tilts my way, her startling grey eyes piercing me in place as I lean against Jaxon’s desk. She gives me a shy smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before going back to her work.
She often looks at me and my brothers in a way that never makes sense, like she can’t get a read on us or doesn’t understand our loyalty to one another. There have been times when we were close to punching each other, but we always laughed it out or got a bottle of whiskey from the drawer. She would watch, her lips parted, completely baffled by our behaviour.
However, when she looks at me, solely at me, there’s a hidden depth in her gaze, like she can’t quite make me out but is annoyed with herself because she wants to.
I’ve waited for her to come to me, even given her openings to get to know me, but she hasn’t taken one. In fact, she never shares anything personal about herself, even if one of us asks about her day or how she is when she walks into work each morning.
Yet, I know there’s more to her beauty and brains, and the fuck of it is, something inside of me wants to know what that is.
Still sensing me staring, a natural tinge of pink rises on her cheeks, giving colour to her light-toned, flawless skin. She’s kept her make-up light, natural, but she doesn’t need it. It only enhances her beauty.
Her long, dark lashes rest against her cheeks as she closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath.
I grin, loving that I’ve gotten to her.
Her natural blonde hair falls in waves, framing her face and cutting off my view. I sigh.
“Now who’s not working,” Jaxon grumbles, snatching the trolley off me.
I shrug, not caring. She isn’t only stunning, but she has a banging body, curves in all the right places. Anyone with a dick—gay or not—would stare.
The main door is shoved open, and I see Reid standing in the doorway wearing only his work trousers.
His body is covered in art. Some tattoos he did himself, some were done by a friend, and some he let Eli do when he learned our brother wanted the practice.
“Put a fucking shirt on,” I hiss.
Smirking, he scratches at his bare chest, his abs flexing. “You don’t mind me being shirtless, do you, gorgeous?”
“Reid,” Jaxon snaps, stepping off the back of the van. His lips twist when he catches sight of Reid. “For God’s sake, put a fucking shirt on.”
Rolling his eyes, he struts over to me, whipping his T-shirt out from where he tucked it into his trousers before pulling it over his head.
“Jealous?” he asks, cocky and sure.
Snorting, I grab my water bottle before taking a swig. “Of you? Not a chance, dickhead.”
Evie clears her throat, her red lips puckering and giving me dirty fantasies. Ones I’ve had many times before. She doesn’t always wear lipstick, but every time she does, I get hard; picture her on her knees, those plump lips around my cock.
“You okay?” Jaxon asks when he notices her looking his way.
“Yes. I’ve finished updating all your records and bookings. Did you need me to do anything else between answering the phone and emails?”
“You did that already?” he asks, his eyebrows nearly reaching his hairline.
I’m not sure why he’s shocked. She’s fucking good at what she does. I sit on top of the desk, my lips pulling into a proud smile.
She nods, tucking another strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze flicking to mine briefly. “I did.”
“You can—” I start, but I end up grunting when Jaxon shoves me off his desk.
“Leave her be, Wyatt.”
Blinking innocently, I tell him, “I was only going to ask her that if she doesn’t mind, could she sort through my order form. We need some new stock.”
Brows scrunched together, he doesn’t seem convinced, but he nods anyway. “Alright.”
Evie doesn’t have access to everything. Although her CV is great and she doesn’t have any convictions, Jaxon doesn’t trust our personal clients’ nor our shipping containers records to anyone. Only he and I have access. That’s how tight he is. With the triplets always getting drunk and running their mouths, he didn’t want to risk one of them letting certain information slip. They know a few clients, just not all.
Jaxon rolls the warehouse loading crate onto the truck, Reid helping him tie it to the belt at the side, keeping it secure. “How long is this move going to take?”
“We need to box anything valuable up and get it shipped to the next destination,” Jaxon informs him. “Then box the rest that are going to charity shops, and the ones Mia and James are keeping.”
“They aren’t using one of our containers?” I ask, noticing Evie twist her head to her computer, biting her lip.
God, I’d love to sink my teeth into that lip.
I turn back to Jaxon, nearly missing his answer.
“Too much stuff,” Jaxon explains. “We recommended Co-containers for larger storage. They’re auctioning off most of it, so they’ll only have to pay for a month’s rent.”
“Wait, how are we going to know what is what?”
Jaxon rolls his eyes at Reid’s question. “If you listened when I did the briefing last week, you would know I hired someone to go evaluate and mark everything up. He confirmed everything with the siblings, and they went through it all and put tags on everything.”
The siblings, Mia and James, lost their father a few weeks ago and are finally ready to sort through everything. But with a large house filled with years of memories, they have no idea where to start. Which is why they hired us. It’s a large job, but the pay is great.
“So, we could be there all day?”
“Do you have somewhere to be, Reid?” I snap, picking up my clipboard from my desk before snatching a sweet out of the bowl Evie brought for her desk. Her eyes narrow and I wink, closing my mouth around the sugary sweetness. “Thanks, Evelyn.”
She clenches her jaw, annoyed at the use of her full name. I only did it ‘cause I know it pisses her off. “Evie.”
Paisley marches through the door, breathing heavily, and her face reddens with anger when she spots Reid.
“What did you do with my food, Reid?”
I sit down on the edge of Evie’s desk, earning an annoyed sigh.
“This should be good,” I whisper.
She turns, paying rapt attention to Paisley, who has on more than one occasion come in and lost her shit at one of us.
“I didn’t do anything to your food,” he yells, stepping back when she hits him with her bag.
“Yes, you did. Where is it? You heard me promise Landon I would make him a full breakfast last night. Now everything has gone from my fridge.”
“He can make his own damn food. Did you know Maddox ate my breakfast yesterday?”
“You weren’t even awake,” she screeches. “He was hungry.”
“He’s always fucking hungry,” Reid snaps.