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She laughed, tossing her red hair over her shoulder. I rolled my eyes. Her giggly laugh irked me, and I wanted this to be over. “Well, besides being able to work at one of the hottest spots on the strip? I actually think this is a great environment with an owner that’s nice to look at.”
She winked at him. My jaw nearly hit the table. What the actual fuck?
Theo made an annoying chuckle-laugh, and I wanted to strangle him. He couldn’t seriously be considering her. I went from tapping the pen to clicking it. Click. Click. Click.
Theo’s hand wrapped around mine. “Do you mind?” He removed his hand, and I clicked one more time. His teeth sunk into his lower lip and his brows lowered. Mine rose. Click. He turned slowly back to Tracey. “Why thank you. Tell me what your definition of being a team player is?”
“Well, wait a minute,” I interrupted. “How do you know Tracey didn’t mean me? You’re so vain.” I looked at Tracey and thumbed behind me. “We keep that big mirror behind the bar just for him.” Theo stared at me, and I lifted a brow. Tracey’s eyes bounced between us.
“Please continue,” he said, turning back to her.
These questions were stupid, and her answer probably involved dry humping Theo in the kitchen. I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes as she cleared her throat.
“I’m a great team player. Cheerleading is more than just splits and jumping in the air. It’s about the team. I always go above and beyond helping others.”
Theo smiled and slid his eyes to me. I huffed. She didn’t even answer the damn question.
“Thank you, Tracey. We’ll be in touch,” I said in a firm tone. “Could you ask Sonja Roberts to come back on your way out, please?”
She shook our hands and said her goodbyes. As soon as she walked out of earshot, I glared to Theo.
“Really?” I asked, leaning in closer to peek at her file.
“What?” he laughed. “She had some great assets.” He held his hands to his chest in a way to let me know he was talking about her breasts.
I slapped his arm as my face heated. “She’s going in the no pile.”
He tugged at his eyebrow as he studied me. Goosebumps traveled all over my skin as he continued to watch me. Amusement lit his eyes, and I didn’t find this funny.
Sonja sauntered over and took a seat. She looked a bit more professional with her dark hair slicked back in a bun and charcoal business suit.
“Hello, I’m Sonja Roberts,” she said in a Romanian accent, crossing her long slender legs.
I warmed to her, loving the professional attire. If I actually planned to hire someone, maybe I would consider her.
“Sonja, nice to meet you. Please tell us about yourself,” Theo said, as he relaxed in his chair.
“I take everything in life with ease,” she began. “I enjoy the simple things in life and love to work to have a little fun. I’m in this country for a year and looking to work hard.”
“I can respect that,” I said. “Tell me about your previous work experience.”
“Back home I worked as a barmaid. I came to this country with hopes of a better future and am looking for an American man to marry.” Her dark eyes landed on Theo, sweeping over his features. He twisted in his seat and smirked at me. Was she asking Theo to marry her, right here? I wanted her to go, now.
“We have a strict no fraternization policy at the Lopa,” I clipped out. “And Theo here is spoken for already.”
“No, I’m not,” he said. “Penny is, though. To my brother.”
“That’s nice,” she said. “You’ll be relatives.” Theo stiffened beside me, and I cringed at the thought of being Theo’s relative. Family get togethers, holidays, and vacations all flitted through my mind—Theo happy with someone like Tracey, dazzling him with backbends and pom-poms. In each vision, I sat across the table and envied their happiness, wishing it could have been me.
I cleared my throat. “Well, thank you, Sonja,” I said. “We’ll be in touch. Please call over Gina Holden.”
Sonja shot up from her seat and shook hands with only Theo as her eyes raked him up and down.
She left the table and I let out a tiny sigh. “Definitely a no.”
“What?” He glanced up at me from his clipboard. “She should be a maybe. I think she’d be a hard worker.”
“Um, no.”
