I think back to his profile, which had a fair amount of card posts, and now I know why.
“Just three months ago, I took third place in a tournament and took home one-hundred thousand dollars.”
“That’s…impressive.”
“I was planning on setting you up with a bank account to cover the little droid’s expenses. There’s a credit union down the street that’s prevalent in the area. We could head there when you’re done eating.”
“Toxic—”
“Joe,” he cuts in. “My name is Joe.”
“Joe, I don’t need your money. I just…I just…”
Why am I here? Does the droid really need this? Did I just think the word ‘droid’?
“I don’t know why I’m here,” I finally say.
His hand reaches across the table and folds over mine. “Then let’s figure it out together. What do you have there?”
“I want to put together a schedule of how often you’d like to see the…droid.”
“All the time.”
I snort out a laugh. “Unless you’re planning on moving in with me, that won’t happen.”
The look he gives me tells me that’s exactly what he’s thinking.
“Ah, no—you are not moving in with me.”
“I was actually thinking you might want to move in with me.”
“Move in with you?” I laugh derisively. “Into the Cunnilingus Corolla?”
His brow knits together in confusion. “Pardon?”
“I’m sorry, it’s what we call Natasha’s old vehicle.” I nod over at the window.
“I would never ask you to move into a car, but there are some high-end RVs I’ve been looking at.” He grabs his phone, pushes a few buttons, and hands it back to me.
I have to admit; the interior is gorgeous. Light gray, with recessed lighting and leather furnishings. It’s nicer than most hotel rooms.
“I read up on your job, and correct me if I’m wrong, but you can do it from anywhere. I’m happy to buy whichever RV makes you happy. You can pick the colors. You can pick everything.”
Shaking my head, I say, “This…is…crazy. Why would you even want to do that?”
“I know you work hard, and I want to help you manage the load. Me and the Hunks can take little droid while you work, and you can watch them during our shows.”
“Wait, did you just say you and the Hunks?”
“They guys are great with kids, and don’t worry, we know how to keep things G-rated when they need to be.”
“You’re fucking out of your mind,” I grumble, but somewhere deep inside of me, I realize how chivalrous he is.
Oh, fuck—I’m going to cry…
“Achoo!” I fake an exaggerated sneeze so I can turn my face and wipe the tears now forming in my eyes.
He hands a napkin over to me, and I take it, blotting my nose to add to the performance.
