“Won’t that make you late?”
“The prospect will just have to deal with it.”
“If you don’t mind, I can always come with you—as long as you feed me. It’s not like I’ve got anything else to do.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
And that’s exactly what we do. After saying goodbye to Dean, we stop at a fast-food joint to grab some takeout, then head to Au.
By the time we get there, the prospect looks about ready to drop, so I’m glad I didn’t make Midas take me back to the club.
“Sit down and eat. I’m just gonna have a quick word with the prospect before he heads out and check a few things in the back. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” I sit in one of the chairs behind the counter and pull my food from the bag, balancing it on my lap.
By the time Midas comes back, I’ve finished my crispy chicken sandwich and tater tots and have eaten half his onion rings. He looks at me in shock and amusement.
“What? I was hungry,” I say, popping an onion ring into my mouth.
“Jesus, Legs. How the hell do you eat like that and look like you do?”
I wipe my hands and grin, swallowing my mouthful of food. “Good genes. And I work out.”
“So, no girly salads?” he teases.
I narrow my eyes. “Careful, Midas. Your sexism’s showing. Salads are for everyone.”
He holds up his hands in mock surrender, making me roll my eyes. “We’ll have to agree to disagree on that one. I’ve never had a salad I liked yet.”
“Well, you’ve never tried one of mine.”
“Alright, I’ll make you a deal. If you can make me a salad that I might actually like, I’ll give you a hundred bucks,” he says, holding out his hand.
I grin. “Alright,” I say, shaking his hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal. Anything you don’t like?”
“Yeah, salad.”
I burst out laughing, and he smiles. I’m glad we cleared the air between us. Yeah, things are still new, and there’ll be some bumps along the way, but we’ll figure it out.
“Since I’m here, why don’t you put me to work?”
He takes a bite of his burger, looking at me to see if I’m serious. “Alright. I’ve got some new stock that needs to be added to the inventory. You can do that if you want.”
“Sure, why not?”
“Well, it was either that or cleaning, and you already think I’m a sexist pig.”
I shake my head. “I don’t. I think bikers just think differently, that’s all. And I don’t mind cleaning if that’s what you’d prefer.”
He waves me off. “I’ll leave that for the prospect.”
I shrug. “I don’t mind either way. I just need to do something.” And I’m not sure we have enough things to talk about.
Once he’s finished eating, I get up and throw away the trash while Midas grabs his laptop from the back. When he returns, he shows me what he wants me to do. Looks like those business courses came in handy after all.
“Seems straightforward enough. I’ll shout if I need help.” I push away from the counter, ready to head back to his office, when he slides his hand over my arm.
