Perception

Part 58

Owen POV

Walking into our shared office, I immediately spot Sean lounged back in his chair with his hands interlocked behind his head, and feet crossed on his desk with an expression of innocent expectation on his face. His sleepy eyes are dancing with merriment, and I just know he knows something about my wardrobe...malfunction. It wouldn't be the first time he's messed with my socks. He has before--replacing all of my respectable black dress socks with ridiculous colored ones, stripes, cartoon characters, spots, and a few pairs of what are referred to as 'toe socks'.

"I'm assuming you had something to do with this, Sean," I say in measured tones, raising my eyebrow sardonically.

"And how would I manage that, O-man? I was working this morning, remember?" he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Huh. I forgot about that, but still.

"Mr. Taylor was with Miss Sorenson last night, and I seriously doubt he'd leave her to pull a prank," I tell him.

"I guess we'll never know. Come see the monitors. They're all arriving now," he tells me, and shifts his sockless feet to the other side of the screen. While it could be a diversionary tactic, I don't know for sure. He has been evading giving a straight answer, so I cannot tell if he's just creatively adjusting the truth for his own purposes or not. I bring my laptop along, and pull my chair over to Sean's desk to watch what has become our favorite time of the day. Mr. Griffin, Mr. Lee, the elder Taylor, and Miss Sorenson are the first to arrive.

"Are Kota and Nathan blushing? Wait, even Luke's ears are red!" Sean squawks loudly in my ear. I'm tempted to lift his feet to send him backward, but I calm myself by remembering that he has creative ways to pay me back. The polaroids from our first years together alone would be enough to create quite the ruckus within our family alone! I'm still irked with Mrs. Green for giving him her old camera.

"None seem to be making eye contact. Do you see how Mr. Lee is walking with his messenger bag in front of himself?" I ask.

"Looks like the undie bandit struck for them too!" Sean hoots. "Do you think they got..." he trails off and leans close to the screen blocking my view. I access the camera feeds on my laptop, and switch cameras. There, in color, Miss Sorenson's backside fills the screen as I zoom in. No lines. She has no lines.

"What's the thread count on that skirt, O-man?" Sean chuckles. I peal my eyes away long enough to glare, but my controlled smile creeps onto my face as soon as I turn back to the computer, eliciting loud laughter from Sean.

We watch quietly after that, noting that all of our brothers look incredibly uncomfortable as soon as they see Miss Sorenson. Their coats are buttoned up but their reaction to our newest family member must be drastic enough to make also holding objects in front of themselves necessary. When Miss Sorenson jumped into Mr. Korba's arms for their standard hug, and Sean and I both chuckle then groan along with them if the guys' reactions were any indication. While the material or her skirt allows for such motion without it sliding up, the fit also highlighted the outline of every facet of her shapely, barely concealed bottom.

  Sean taps into Miss Sorenson's phone wire to listen in on the conversations in the courtyard. We chuckle, then perk up at the look of dawning horror on the younger Taylor's face. Whatever Mr. Coleman had said to him had his mind going from point A to point OMG so fast that his normally swarthy complexion paled. I snort at myself for even having thought the phrase 'OMG'. This school is killing my IQ. We can't hear much of the guys' conversation, but the slap upside Mr. Taylor's head delivered by his brother was audible. It doesn't seem as though it affected him though as he continued to stare dreamily at Miss Sorenson while rubbing his head.