Ethan's POV (Bonus Book)

Chapter Twenty-One - Ethan's POV

Feeling like I was frozen in place, my eyes scanned mercilessly over Mia's waistline, and legs, and eyes, and well everything. My eyes drifted over the warm tan skin of her waist that was visible through the cutouts along her waist. 

Then lifting my head up, I swallowed thickly as I noticed the rise and fall of her chest, slightly visible under the tightened material of her dress. 

I knew with full certainty that I likely looked like the king of creeps right now, staring at her the way I was, but I almost couldn't help myself– she was just so fucking beautiful. It was almost unfair, really. I was already into her by her personality alone, so for her to be distractingly hot on top of that was just ridiculous at this point.

Not even sure what to do with myself, I felt my adam's apple wobble as I snapped my eyes back to hers. And the moment I met her eyes, the knot in my stomach tightened.

Snapping me out of my daze slightly, Mia suddenly tore her gaze away from me and started to make her way around the other side of the kitchen island. My eyes refused to part from her, and I followed her right the way across the kitchen. 

How the fuck was her walk even sexy?

As she came to a stop, she bent over to retrieve a water bottle from the cooler on the floor, and I nearly choked. My grip on the counter tightened as I struggled to calm myself down.

Yeah, I was definitely going to hell....

As she turned to leave, an awful shrill whistle sound broke from behind me, causing her to stop. Turning around, I saw one of the guys start to laugh while brazenly staring Mia up and down.

 "Fuck me, look at the ass on that one," he said as he gestured over to her. 

Nobody laughed, and everybody else went still.

The second I'd processed his words, a wave of nausea ran through me as I locked eyes with the newest member of our team. 

"The fuck, you just say, Johnson," I hissed as I shoved myself angrily off the counter and into the guy's face. 

Clearly startled, the guy backed up a little. Seconds away from shoving him to the floor for being such a disrespectful little cunt, I felt a hand grip my elbow. Turning, I saw it belonged to my friend Roman.

 "Hey, hey, Ethan, be cool," he explained quickly. "He doesn't know who she is; he's new," he said while trying to pull me away from him a little. 

As I took in the panic in Roman's eyes, I realized what I was doing and, yet again, how crazy I was acting. Yes, this guy was an asshole, but I'd promised myself no more fights.

Swallowing back my still rising anger, I stepped back a little. Turning back to the piece of shit before me, I looked him up and down, and scoffed. "You're off the hook this time because you're new, but if I hear one more word about my girl from that shitty little mouth of yours, you better run."

The idiot frantically nodded his head, clearly smart enough not to say a word in response.

A light snort of laughter broke through the air. Turning back to Mia, I found her staring at me with a single brow raised. "Sorry, your girl?" She snickered. "Did you recently adopt me or something?"

A wave of embarrassment ran through me as I realized that I'd just called her 'my girl' to her face. I had basically outed myself.

Distracting me, I noticed two new guys enter the kitchen, and bile rose to my throat as I watched them scan Mia's body.

 Deciding enough was enough, I marched my way over to her in purposeful stride. Then shrugging off my soccer jacket, I swiftly wrapped it around her shoulders.