view like this.
On the other side, not too far from the desk is a comfortable-looking sofa. It’s flanked by two accent chairs and in front of it is a coffee table. Instead of a view, there are pictures on the shelves, but there are a few.
I sit, listening to Troy’s rambling, praying for his boss to arrive. When the double doors we came through finally open, I sigh in relief. Only to suck the air back in as I stare at the man that has just walked in.
Chapter 7
Who I Am
Brick
I smirk at the shocked look on her gorgeous little face. Initially, I had planned to stay far away from Eva and her internship. I was going to let her work with April, one of our designers on a lower level in the building.
That all changed this morning. When I called Troy, I let him know I want Eva as my assistant and I would be a part of her interview process. I know he was thrown off, but what I say goes around here.
Besides, I know Troy and I wouldn’t put it past him to hit on my woman. That shit isn’t happening on my watch. From the look on Eva’s face when I first entered the room, I could tell he has probably already said something that has made her uncomfortable. The guy just can’t help it.
“Good morning, Mr. Mason,” he says.
I glare at his dumbass as I walk to my desk. I told him to wait in the reception area until I arrived. Not in my office. I’m going to have to make some shit clear to him real soon.
I unfasten the button to my suit jacket and run my hand down my beard, all while keeping my eyes on Troy. I see he gets the point, when he squirms in his seat and turns bright red. He’s fucked up.
I sit and glare at him a few seconds longer for good measure, before pulling my eyes away from him and turning to Eva. When my gaze lands on her surprised face, my scowl fades and a smirk forms on my lips.
Eva groans out loud and smacks the palm of her hand to her forehead. “Owen Mason, the Owen Mason, how could I be so stupid. I never put it together,” she whispers almost to herself.
“Not your fault, darlin’. That’s the way I’ve made it.” I chuckle and wink at her, giving her a knowing smile. “You’re just proving I’m doing my job.”
Like I said before. I don’t deny my connection to the Lost Souls, but it isn’t something I broadcast either. When you’re a man as large and wealthy as I am, people are already intimidated. There’s no need to throw my club affiliation on top of that, not unless it’s needed. In some circles, it is a fact best unknown.
Troy gives a nervous smile. “I’m sorry, do you two know each other?” he asks, awarding him my glare once again.
I ignore him and turn back to Eva. “I was impressed when your file came across my desk. Your transcripts are impressive, and your portfolio is amazing. I like that you sent it over as a video presentation, rather than bringing it in the old fashion way. It shows your initiative and innovation.”
I sit back in my chair and stroke my beard again as I watch a stunned Eva process all of this. “What are you looking to get out of this internship, Ms. Kennedy?” I ask trying to keep this as professional as possible.
Eva licks her lips and straightens her back. I can see her mentally pulling herself together, after the initial shock. She’s the sweetest thing ever. I love watching her find her bearings.
“I know that Soul Deep Architecture and Construction is one of the top firms in Georgia.” She pauses and winces. I think it’s once again hitting her, she has missed a big piece to the puzzle here. I try not to laugh at her. It’s really an easy miss.
Besides, while in her apartment, I found her lecture notes on a discussion about my firm. Eva had doodles, scrolls, and sketches all over the sheet. It was clear she paid little attention that day.
She clears her throat and starts again. “I think this will be an opportunity for me to gain some real-life, hands-on experience and to hone my skills.”
“I think this would be the perfect place for you. I plan to give you as much hands-on experience as I can,” I say