Perfection (Neighbor from Hell #2)(21)

He really didn't know how she did it. Two months without decent food was bad enough, but the shit she ate was downright torture. The diet was working. It was hard not to notice that, he thought as he looked up from ripping open another cake snack open to run his eyes over Zoe.

There was no arguing that she looked better than she had two months ago. She'd lost about thirty pounds, but she was still pleasantly rounded, but in a sexy way now. Her hair was shorter, shoulder length now, making her look less plain. Actually, with the light tan she was now sporting she actually looked cute and adorable, not in the cute and adorable sexy way Haley did, but still cute.

Just then she turned, giving him her back as she spoke quietly with the ass**le and Trevor found his eyes dropping to that generous ass that even he had to admit was drool worthy. There was definitely no arguing with the results, but that didn't change the fact that he was actually getting a little worried about her.

He wasn't a doctor, but he didn't think the twelve hundred calories she was restricting herself to daily was healthy, especially since most of the time she didn't even come close to that limit. It wasn't as if he was counting her calories, he wasn't, but she kept her diet journal on the kitchen counter and he made it a point to sneak a peek at it every morning and what he saw had him seeing red.

Zoe was starving herself.

A few times he opened his mouth to talk to her about it only to end up shutting his mouth. It was none of his business what she did. If she wanted to survive on twigs and water that was her business. He had his own shit to deal with and didn't need to add the problems of his tenant onto the list.

"Damn, I was hoping she'd bitch slap him," one of the men muttered as David stormed away and Zoe walked into the office.

"There's always tomorrow," someone else said wistfully. Trevor didn't care enough to look up from packing his lunch back up to add to the conversation. It was a moot point since he really didn't think Zoe would ever have to raise her hand. With her quick tongue she'd never have to. She'd put any guy that f**ked with her in his place and probably smile while she did it.

"Maybe she'll sit on him," Hank mused.

"Or eat him," Craig said, chuckling.

Now that had his attention. He looked up in time to see several of the guys butting fists and grinning like idiots over the pretty stupid comments.

"Real nice, guys," Trevor drawled, grabbing his empty water bottle.

"Uh oh, I think we just insulted Trevor's woman," Hank said, laughing.

"Knock it off, ass**le. You know it's not like that," Trevor ground out. For the past couple of weeks the guys had been busting his balls with this bullshit. It had gotten old real f**king fast.

"Come on, man. It's okay. We all understand that fat chicks need love too," Craig said in mock sympathy, earning more chuckles and murmurs of agreement from the rest of the guys.

"Uh huh," Trevor said, grabbing his shit and walking away. Their bullshit annoyed him, but not enough to really care.

"Hey, Trevor, hold up!" Hank said, forcing Trevor to bite back a few choice words as he reluctantly stopped.

"What?" he snapped, not really caring that he was an ass**le since he knew what was coming.

Hank stopped a few feet away from him, looking a little anxious. "I was just wondering if you were going to join the guys tomorrow night for a beer," he grumbled, but they both knew that wasn't the real reason he wanted to know.

He wanted Trevor to hang out with him so that he'd have a chance at a higher class of women. If he found out the jerk used his name one more time to pick up a woman he was going to throttle the bastard.

"I'm not sure yet," he said even though he'd already planned on going. He just didn't want to get this ass**le's hopes up and have him hounding him all night and day about it.

"You should come out," Hank said, running a hand over his over-gelled hair to smooth it down as he gave the girl working the coffee truck, who couldn't be more than seventeen years old, a leering look.

With a snort of disgust he walked off, amazed that someone hadn't beaten the shit out of the bastard yet.

"Think about it!" Hank called after him. "It will do you a world of good to be around some women that don't outweigh you!" he said, laughing and making Trevor force himself to keep moving before he did something that would land his ass in jail.

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"Zoe?"

"Yeah?" she said, pulling her attention away from the computer. Not that she'd been working. Nope. She'd been too busy trying not to die of embarrassment to get much of anything done.

Although it was already the first week of October it was still hot, but not hot enough to run the air conditioner so she'd foolishly opened all of the windows to let in cool air and unfortunately heard more than she wanted to.

"Zoe?" Jared said, drawing her attention. She looked up at her boss, hoping against hope that he hadn't heard.

"Yes?" she asked, hoping he wasn't going to try and comfort her. She hated pity more than anything.

"Are you going to eat that?" he asked, looking down at her salad with diced up chicken and licking his lips as if he were staring at fillet mignon.

Relieved that he hadn't heard, Zoe sighed as she looked down at her salad. She was pretty hungry, but maybe she shouldn't overdo it, she thought even as her stomach protested.