After a short pause Zack shrugged h

After a short pause Zack shrugged his curiosity off, which Trevor appreciated. He was starving and in no mood to explain how the fast food industry had shunned them over a few minor misunderstandings.

"Hey, I thought you said that fat chick that works in the office lived next door and was going to order us some food," Henry said, sounding irritated.

Trevor just barely stopped himself from defending Zoe. He didn't think she was fat. Curvy? Hell yeah, but he knew better than to open his mouth to defend her. He had to deal with enough of the high school drama bullshit at work, he wasn't about to deal with it at home.

Jason snorted. "Haley will kick your ass if she hears you talking about her friend," he pointed out as he doubled checked the empty potato chip bags.

That kind of surprised Trevor, not that Haley would try and kick someone's ass since he'd heard plenty of amusing stories about her fighting skills, but that Haley considered Zoe a friend. Then again there was still a lot about Zoe that he didn't know about. Something that shouldn't bother him since she was really just a tenant and an employee of sorts, but it did.

"Why don't one of us order?" Zack said, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Won't work," Mitch said absently, never looking up from his phone.

"Why not?"

"Because they won't deliver here if a guy calls up," Brad said, leaning further back so Jason could reach past him to check the empty bowls on the end tables. "It has to be a woman."

"Look, you either go ask Zoe to order food or I'm going to start getting cranky," Jason snapped.

"Getting?" Brad repeated, chuckling.

"Shut up, damn it! I need food!"

"Anything to get you to stop whining," Trevor said, getting to his feet. Truth be told he was getting a little cranky. Zoe knew he was having the guys over and should have already ordered them food a couple of hours ago. She was usually on top of these things. He knew she hadn't forgotten that he was having the guys over since she'd filled his counters with junk food and his fridge with beer and soda.

Speaking of junk food....

After she ordered them food she was going to have to run out and grab some more junk food and maybe after that he'd have her run out and hit the barbeque place over on Fourth Street and get them a couple buckets of ribs. His stomach growled at the idea even as he gave himself another pat on the back. Hiring Zoe really was the best thing he'd ever done.

Too bad she didn't cook, otherwise he'd have her cook him breakfast in bed. That would have made this arrangement perfect, but he'd settle for her running out tomorrow morning and picking him up a fresh coffee cake from Mary Lou's. Of course she'd have to head over there before seven otherwise they'd sell out quickly. He hadn't had Mary Lou's coffee cake in three years since they started making it only on Saturday morning and he was usually too damn exhausted and lazy to get his ass out of bed and go get it, but he no longer had to worry about that problem thanks to his little tenant.

He walked out into the hallway, not bothering to close his door and rapt once on her door before opening it only to find his entrance suddenly blocked.

"Hi, Trevor," Zoe said brightly as she tried to close the door another inch.

"What's going on?" he asked, curious since she never denied him entrance. Since they set up their little arrangement neither one of them bothered locking their doors. Leaving the doors unlocked made it easier for him when he needed a favor or grab his lunch and for her to clean his apartment and run his errands.

"Nothing," Zoe said even as she tried to close the door a little more. With a tired sigh he reached out and placed his hand on her door, easily stopping her. "Is there something I can help you with?" she asked with a nervous smile, he noted. She shifted to block his view into her apartment, well she tried, but since he towered over her she kind of failed.

"Well," he said, looking past her into her tidy apartment, "I was wondering if you could order us some food."

She suddenly looked over her shoulder and noticeably started.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, frowning as he leaned in to see what was going on only to find himself shoved back as Zoe swiftly stepped out of her apartment and closed the door before he could see what the hell was going on.

"No, no, nothing is wrong," she said brightly, a little too brightly for his comfort, but he was willing to let it go as long as the house wasn't burning down and she got his damn food.

"Can you order some food for us?" He sighed, gesturing towards his apartment. "And make sure you double the amount, because-"

"Triple it! I'm starving," Jason piped in from the apartment.

"I already ordered the food," she said and rushed to add, "and Haley already called me to let me know Jason was coming over so I tripled the order," before Jason could bitch.

"That's because my wife adores me," Jason said, sounding smug.

"No, that's because you're a pig," Brad pointed out.

"Shut up, you bastard!"

"The order should be here soon," Zoe said, ignoring Jason's rant. "So, if there's nothing else I'm going to-" she started only to be cut by a loud crash in her apartment.

"What the hell was that?" Trevor asked, moving to check it out only to have Zoe jump in front of him.

"Nothing?" she said quickly.

"Nothing?"

"Well, um," she said, nibbling her bottom lip as she shot her closed door a nervous look. "That is, you see, um, I um, have company," she said, wringing her hands together.

He threw her a disbelieving look as he looked pointedly at her light teal baby top that showed an incredible amount of cleavage that his eyes may have lingered on for a second or two before moving down to her dark blue plaid pajama pants that he knew from prior experience would give him a really good view of her ass if she turned around.

"Company?" he asked in clear disbelief as his eyes returned to her face to find her blushing rather adorably.

"Yes?"

His lips twitched. "You're not sure if you have company or not?"

"No, I mean yes. I, um, that is I-"

"She probably has a date," Jason suggested from the living room, cutting Zoe off.

"Yes, that's it. I have a date?" she quickly agreed, but really didn't sound all that sure.

"A date?" Trevor asked hesitantly, wondering if she mentioned it this morning and he simply forgot. Then he frowned, wondering what kind of asshole couldn't fork over a few dollars to take his date out. He didn't like the idea of anyone taking advantage of Zoe, well, besides him of course.

"Yeah, so I should probably return to him," she said, moving towards her apartment door only to come to a halt when the doorbell rang. With an exasperated sigh she reached around him and snagged his wallet out of his back pocket and promptly shoved him into his apartment and closed the door in his face, leaving him stunned.

"I like her," Brad said, chuckling.

"For a Red Sox tee shirt wearing woman I guess she's okay," Jason grumbled.

"Does no one care that she just manhandled me?" Trevor demanded, facing the men who should be properly outraged on his behalf.

Jason snorted. "As long as she brings me food she can bitch slap you and call you spanky."

Trevor narrowed his eyes on the men who dared laugh at his pain.

Betraying bastards.

"All set!" Zoe yelled.

After throwing one last menacing glare at the bastards who either laughed at him or ignored him, Trevor opened his door just as Zoe's was practically slammed shut. Seconds later he heard the telltale sounds of the lock clicking.

He quickly moved out of the way as Jason shoved past him to get to the large piles of takeout bags and boxes Zoe left on the floor and couldn't help but wonder what Zoe was hiding.

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Setelah jeda singkat Zack mengangkat bahu rasa ingin tahunya, yang dihargai Trevor. Dia kelaparan dan tidak berminat untuk menjelaskan bagaimana industri makanan cepat telah dijauhi mereka selama beberapa kesalahpahaman kecil."Hei, saya pikir Anda mengatakan bahwa ayam lemak yang bekerja di kantor tinggal di sebelah dan akan memesan beberapa makanan," kata Henry, terdengar jengkel.Trevor nyaris tidak menghentikan dirinya dari membela Zoe. Ia tidak berpikir dia adalah lemak. Curvy? Neraka ya, tapi dia tahu lebih baik daripada untuk membuka mulut untuk membela dirinya. Ia harus berurusan dengan cukup omong kosong drama sekolah tinggi di tempat kerja, dia tidak mau berurusan dengan itu di rumah.Jason mendengus. "Haley akan menendang pantat Anda jika ia mendengar Anda berbicara tentang temannya," Dia menunjukkan sebagai dia dua kali lipat memeriksa kantong kosong keripik kentang.Trevor terkejut semacam itu, tidak bahwa Haley akan mencoba dan kick ass seseorang karena ia telah mendengar banyak cerita lucu tentang keterampilan pertempuran, tetapi Haley itu dianggap Zoe seorang teman. Kemudian lagi ada masih banyak tentang Zoe yang dia tidak tahu tentang. Sesuatu yang seharusnya tidak mengganggu dirinya karena dia benar-benar hanya penyewa dan pegawai macam, tapi itu."Mengapa tidak salah satu dari kami memesan?" Zack berkata, menarik telepon genggamnya keluar dari sakunya."Tidak akan bekerja," Mitch berkata sambil lalu, tidak pernah melihat dari telepon."Kenapa tidak?""Karena mereka tidak akan memberikan di sini jika seorang pria panggilan," kata Brad, condong lebih lanjut kembali sehingga Jason bisa mencapai melewatinya untuk memeriksa kosong Bowl pada akhir tabel. "Itu harus menjadi seorang wanita.""Look, you either go ask Zoe to order food or I'm going to start getting cranky," Jason snapped."Getting?" Brad repeated, chuckling."Shut up, damn it! I need food!""Anything to get you to stop whining," Trevor said, getting to his feet. Truth be told he was getting a little cranky. Zoe knew he was having the guys over and should have already ordered them food a couple of hours ago. She was usually on top of these things. He knew she hadn't forgotten that he was having the guys over since she'd filled his counters with junk food and his fridge with beer and soda.Speaking of junk food....After she ordered them food she was going to have to run out and grab some more junk food and maybe after that he'd have her run out and hit the barbeque place over on Fourth Street and get them a couple buckets of ribs. His stomach growled at the idea even as he gave himself another pat on the back. Hiring Zoe really was the best thing he'd ever done.Too bad she didn't cook, otherwise he'd have her cook him breakfast in bed. That would have made this arrangement perfect, but he'd settle for her running out tomorrow morning and picking him up a fresh coffee cake from Mary Lou's. Of course she'd have to head over there before seven otherwise they'd sell out quickly. He hadn't had Mary Lou's coffee cake in three years since they started making it only on Saturday morning and he was usually too damn exhausted and lazy to get his ass out of bed and go get it, but he no longer had to worry about that problem thanks to his little tenant.He walked out into the hallway, not bothering to close his door and rapt once on her door before opening it only to find his entrance suddenly blocked."Hi, Trevor," Zoe said brightly as she tried to close the door another inch."What's going on?" he asked, curious since she never denied him entrance. Since they set up their little arrangement neither one of them bothered locking their doors. Leaving the doors unlocked made it easier for him when he needed a favor or grab his lunch and for her to clean his apartment and run his errands."Nothing," Zoe said even as she tried to close the door a little more. With a tired sigh he reached out and placed his hand on her door, easily stopping her. "Is there something I can help you with?" she asked with a nervous smile, he noted. She shifted to block his view into her apartment, well she tried, but since he towered over her she kind of failed."Well," he said, looking past her into her tidy apartment, "I was wondering if you could order us some food."She suddenly looked over her shoulder and noticeably started."Is something wrong?" he asked, frowning as he leaned in to see what was going on only to find himself shoved back as Zoe swiftly stepped out of her apartment and closed the door before he could see what the hell was going on."No, no, nothing is wrong," she said brightly, a little too brightly for his comfort, but he was willing to let it go as long as the house wasn't burning down and she got his damn food."Can you order some food for us?" He sighed, gesturing towards his apartment. "And make sure you double the amount, because-""Triple it! I'm starving," Jason piped in from the apartment."I already ordered the food," she said and rushed to add, "and Haley already called me to let me know Jason was coming over so I tripled the order," before Jason could bitch."That's because my wife adores me," Jason said, sounding smug."No, that's because you're a pig," Brad pointed out."Shut up, you bastard!""The order should be here soon," Zoe said, ignoring Jason's rant. "So, if there's nothing else I'm going to-" she started only to be cut by a loud crash in her apartment."What the hell was that?" Trevor asked, moving to check it out only to have Zoe jump in front of him."Nothing?" she said quickly."Nothing?""Well, um," she said, nibbling her bottom lip as she shot her closed door a nervous look. "That is, you see, um, I um, have company," she said, wringing her hands together.He threw her a disbelieving look as he looked pointedly at her light teal baby top that showed an incredible amount of cleavage that his eyes may have lingered on for a second or two before moving down to her dark blue plaid pajama pants that he knew from prior experience would give him a really good view of her ass if she turned around."Company?" he asked in clear disbelief as his eyes returned to her face to find her blushing rather adorably."Yes?"His lips twitched. "You're not sure if you have company or not?""No, I mean yes. I, um, that is I-""She probably has a date," Jason suggested from the living room, cutting Zoe off."Yes, that's it. I have a date?" she quickly agreed, but really didn't sound all that sure."A date?" Trevor asked hesitantly, wondering if she mentioned it this morning and he simply forgot. Then he frowned, wondering what kind of asshole couldn't fork over a few dollars to take his date out. He didn't like the idea of anyone taking advantage of Zoe, well, besides him of course."Yeah, so I should probably return to him," she said, moving towards her apartment door only to come to a halt when the doorbell rang. With an exasperated sigh she reached around him and snagged his wallet out of his back pocket and promptly shoved him into his apartment and closed the door in his face, leaving him stunned."I like her," Brad said, chuckling."For a Red Sox tee shirt wearing woman I guess she's okay," Jason grumbled."Does no one care that she just manhandled me?" Trevor demanded, facing the men who should be properly outraged on his behalf.Jason snorted. "As long as she brings me food she can bitch slap you and call you spanky."Trevor narrowed his eyes on the men who dared laugh at his pain.Betraying bastards."All set!" Zoe yelled.After throwing one last menacing glare at the bastards who either laughed at him or ignored him, Trevor opened his door just as Zoe's was practically slammed shut. Seconds later he heard the telltale sounds of the lock clicking.
He quickly moved out of the way as Jason shoved past him to get to the large piles of takeout bags and boxes Zoe left on the floor and couldn't help but wonder what Zoe was hiding.