Page 32 of Their Wicked Ways
Ez nodded. “Yeah. Same as Quinn’s barbeque and when we go to Ralph’s after work.”
Pushing the front door open, I waited for Ez to exit first.
The fallout from our disastrous first day had slowly faded over the last month, but that only seemed to apply at work. When we were on-site, Jett was a completely different person. He laughed and joked and teased and made snarky and sassy comments to everyone, including us.
But anytime we were away from the site, he was nervous and quiet and seemed to slip into some sort of servant role. He didn’tjust try to accommodate people or make sure they had what they needed; he made everyone’s comfort his top priority.
“I asked Quinn if he’s noticed how different he is. I thought maybe this started when we got here, but according to Quinn, he’s way better now than he was when they first met.”
“Is it just me, or does it feel like he was trained to be that way? Like you can see him shut down and literally switch personalities.”
“It definitely does.” Ez used the key fob to unlock the doors to our truck. “He’s mentioned how he grew up religious, and all the little things he’s let slip about his home life make me think this is part of that.”
“How far is this place we’re going?” I asked, climbing into the truck.
“About twenty minutes.” He closed the door and stuck the key in the ignition. “Hopefully they know we’re showing up because we’re heading to the Vale Estates.” He cranked the car.
“Remember the last time we were there?” Leaning back against my seat, I relaxed as Ez pulled out of the parking spot.
One of the subcontractors who worked with the last crew we’d been on lived in the affluent area, and we’d gone over a few times to play cards. The people in his neighborhood hadn’t appreciated a bunch of blue-collar construction workers showing up and parking their work trucks on their fancy street.
“I’ll never forget the poker game that got broken up by a crowd of angry homeowners.” Ez smirked. “What has to go wrong in your life that you’d show up at your neighbor’s house en masse and demand they stop hosting poker games because ‘gambling brings unsavory characters around?’” He pitched his voice to mimic the nasal jackass who’d led the charge that night. “And I think that one lady needs someone to explain to her that a poker game with a twenty-dollar buy-in isn’t gonna make anyone catch RICO charges.”
“Didn’t you hear her? She knows someone who knows a district attorney. She could make it happen because she knows important people.”
Ez snickered. “They always know someone who knows someone. But it might be better if you go to the door alone. You’re too pretty to be scary.”
“Awww, you think I’m pretty.” I pretended to blush and pressed my hand against my forehead like I was about to faint. “Be still my heart.”
Ez caught my hand loosely in his. Not taking his eyes off the road, he brushed a kiss over my knuckles. “Prettiest person I’ve ever seen.” He flicked his heated gaze to mine, then returned it to the road.
This time my blush was real.
“How about we get this couch, then get our asses home so we can start our date night?” I asked, my dick waking up and going half-hard.
Ez placed my hand on my thigh, then dragged his palm over my crotch before returning it to the wheel. “A fine idea.”
I let out a breathy laugh and adjusted my dick so it wasn’t being crushed in my jeans. “You don’t play fair.”
“Nope.” He grinned wickedly.
I focused on the road ahead of us—and getting rid of my boner before we reached our destination.
“Did you text that we’re here?” Ez asked, adjusting his grip on the couch. “Fucker had to be a hideaway bed.”
“Yeah, when we parked.” I shifted the heavy piece of furniture to one hand so I could knock.
“Sorry.” The door flew open, and Jett stepped back, looking flushed and flustered. “I didn’t hear my phone.” He eyed the doorway. “Will it fit?”
“It will. We measured before we picked it up. Ready?” I asked Ez.
“Yup.” He dropped his end down so it hovered just over the ground.
Lifting my side, I twisted the couch and angled it so we could squeeze it through the doorway. It would have been easier with the door off, but we made it work without damaging anything.
“How did you do that?” Jett asked as we set the couch down in the living room. “I was sure it wasn’t going to fit.”
“We used to work for a moving company.” Ez stretched his arms over his head. The bottom of his shirt lifted, showing off a stripe of his abs and little bits of his tattoos. “You learn a trick or two when your paycheck depends on your ability to fit things through doorways.”