Page 11 of One Little Mistake
“You saran wrapped the fucking door, you imbecile?”
He’s doubled over laughing his ass off, so he doesn’t see me charge. I drop my shoulder and barrel into him, knocking him back onto the mat. Using my knees, I pin his arms down and want to strangle the fucker.
“You’re twenty-seven goddamn years old. When are you going to grow up?”
Colton bucks his hips, trying to throw me, but it’s Lexi’s voice that causes us both to pause.
“What the hell is going on?”
Colt and I both turn toward the sound. Her brows are lifted so high it’s almost comical. In slow motion, I glance around at the shitshow she’s seeing. I’m still half-covered in the saran wrap that Colton clotheslined me with, and it leaves a trail from the locker room to the stretching mats.
Shoving off Colt, I shake my head while he’s laughing so hard he has tears streaming down both cheeks.
“Y-You should have seen him hit the ground, Lexi. It was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time,” he gasps.
“What if one of our employees had come in here first, asshole? You know what kind of lawsuit that would have ended in?”
“No worse than one for groping an employee,” Colt fires back, but his eyes gleam with mischief as he glances at Lex.
“Are you two ten years old?” she huffs.
“Colton is,” I bark. “Fucking Peter Pan over here thinks he’s the king of practical jokes.”
“Wait until you see the video,” Colt whispers to Lexi, and I’ve had my fill.
Storming off to the showers, I flail my arms as I enter the room, ripping down the remnants of his immature prank. Just as I round the corner, I hear Lexi’s laugh for the first time, and it sucks the air from my lungs. I haven’t spent twenty-four hours with the girl, and she already has me unraveling. The thing is, I can’t decide how to feel about that.
Chapter 6
Lexi
Wednesday morning went much like Tuesday, except I avoided stretching until I was in the locker room. Easton is far too dangerous up close and personal like that. Colton is quickly becoming my favorite Westbrook brother, but that could have more to do with the fact that he annoys the hell out of the rest of them. I like the way he makes them squirm.
The afternoon went by in a whirlwind of growls, grunts, and all-around displeasure. The softness Easton exuded on the mats in the gym yesterday was gone before we got to his office, and he only got worse from there.
By Thursday afternoon, I was ready to kill him. I’m not making any friends in the office, and that’s all because of Easton, too. Everyone’s scared of him, and by extension, they avoid me like the plague—everyone except Mason, who has gone out of his way to befriend me.
“Hey there, gorgeous.” Mason’s eyes glint with trouble I can see coming a mile away. He never misses the chance to make Easton unhappy.
I’m leaning over a table in the outer office, organizing the last of the files Easton tossed my way late last night. I’ve found I get more work done out here since I still don’t have a desk and work better where I can spread out.
“Hey, Mason.”
“What are you doing out here?” he asks playfully. Everything about Mason is striking, right down to his perfectly coiffed hair. Secretly, I’m a little jealous.
“It’s either this or share Easton’s desk, and that’s not happening,” I grumble. He doesn’t need to know that I’m struggling to keep my equilibrium around our boss.
“Pfft. That asshat hasn’t gotten you your own office yet?”
“My own office? Why would he do that?”
Mason’s grin turns devilish, and I don’t know if I should fear for myself or for Easton. Before he can cause any more trouble for me, though, I cut him off with a question.
“Why are you so comfortable around East? You don’t tread water with him like everyone else does.”
That grin is back, and I think Mason might be one of my favorite people ever.
“Because I grew up with that overgrown caveman. He’s been my best friend since we could walk. There’s not much that man wouldn’t do for me and vice versa, but someone has to give him shit if we’re ever going to get the old East back. I’ve made it my personal mission to be that guy.” He eyes me for a moment too long before continuing. “But you, my dear, might give me a run for my money in that department.” He winks just as Easton’s voice bellows through the open door.
