Page 10 of Overachiever
The heat in my face isn’t completely due to the sunburn, but I hide it under a coating of aloe as well. I’m not in nearly as much pain by the time I strip the blanket off the bed and climb between the cool sheets.
“Thanks,” I mumble, the extremely long day catching up to me when I lay my head on the pillow.
His voice is soft, and his reply finds me in the peaceful fog between awake and asleep. “Anytime, Rem.”
Chapter Four
Owen
Remee’s groan wakes me just before the alarm, and I open my eyes to see her shuffling into the bathroom. Despite how sure I was last night that she was asleep, I made myself wait another thirty minutes before I grabbed a wad of tissue and took care of the hard-on I’d had since the second I ran my hands over her skin.
Not that it was the first one she’d given me yesterday. Remee is a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, and seeing so much of her skin on show in that bikini drove me crazy all day. The beach was bursting with sexy women with their ass and tits on show, but my attention kept coming back to her. Maybe this job wasn’t the best idea. Christ, two days and I can barely keep my hands off her.
It’s our first day of work. At least that’ll be a distraction. Meyer, the guy in charge of our group, was thrilled to hear I have roofing experience, so I know where I’m likely to end up. Looks like I traded one roofing job for one in a hotter place.
Remee is quiet during breakfast and the drive to the worksite. Halfway across the muddy yard, she sighs. “This is so embarrassing. I look like a lobster.”
“It’s summer in Florida. Land of skin cancer. No one’s going to notice.”
The words are scarcely out of my mouth when a voice from behind us booms out, “Damn girl, you red as hell!” We both turn to see Meyer coming up behind us. “Better tell Evan to keep you working inside today.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Remee mumbles, watching him walk past us and into one of the houses. She spots Evan and veers off in his direction while I follow Meyer.
This may be new for Remee, but my summers working with Marty have given me some experience with this type of working environment. I’m not sure what it is about the job that attracts the blowhard personality trait, but I’ve met way too many bragging, condescending, tough guy wannabes to deny there’s a link.
Meyer seems okay, but Trevor is another story. Everyone has met a Trevor at some point in their lives. You know, the puffed up man who screams his insecurity by talking shit and dubbing everyone around him as weak. The type who likes to claim to be some ex-Navy Seal or secret CIA assassin who gets more ass than a bus seat ,when in real life they couldn’t make it a day without their beer and internet porn.
I’m the youngest in our group and it takes him about three seconds to zero in on me. And about a minute for me to royally piss him off. What can I say? It’s just too easy.
“We got the pretty boy, huh?” Trevor says when I join him, Meyer, Weston, and another guy named Colin.
“Aw, thank you, I’m feeling pretty today.”
Weston and Colin chuckle as I pretend to fluff up the front of my hair.
Trevor sneers at me. “You gay?”
“How badly do you want to find out?” The horrified look on his face when I step toward him and tilt my head with a smile is almost as funny as the way he stumbles backward.
Meyer ignores our bullshit and regards Weston. “You head over to the house across from us. Jim will be there to show you what to do.” He turns to me. “You and Colin will be here. We start roofing today.”
Trevor scoffs, “Roofing? Shouldn’t he be decorating?”
Meyer glares at him. “Shut up and get over to project two. They’re laying rebar.”
Laughing as if he won some contest the rest of us aren’t aware of, he walks off, his considerable gut leading the way.
As Colin and I walk around to the rear of the house, he glances at me. “You know he’s going to spread the rumor you’re gay now.”
“Probably.”
He grins at my shrug. “You don’t care?”
“Why would I? This place is a sausage fest. It’s not like it’s going to keep women away from me.”
Colin scoffs, shoving his hair out of his face. “Being gay does the exact opposite. Trust me.”
“Oh, so you’re—”
