“Proper coffee, that is. Not the weird shit you like.”
I felt myself grinning as I nodded, grabbed my helmet, and headed back out to the bay, to get out before I did or said something to ruin this moment. We’d be okay. I didn’t make it too weird. I didn’t, right?
Chapter Four
ITAPPED ON MICRO’S office door, and he called out to come in. He grinned when he looked up from his laptop and saw me.
“Hey, man. You want a coffee?” Fuck me, if I drank any more of it today, I’d never sleep, so I shook my head, and pushed the door closed.
“So, uh… you’re probably wondering why I called you in here?” He sat back, a shit-eating grin on his face, so who the hell knew what he was about to come out with. If Rocket had been gossiping already, I’d kick his ass for him.
“I assumed it’s about the stuff I emailed you to say I wanted to discuss.”
He blinked, glancing down at his laptop, and tapping at the trackpad a few times, before saying ‘huh’.
“Well, look at that. You did email me too. I like these plans for a structure to park up in. We should definitely be protecting our rides from the elements.”
“And theft, although I know Grease and his old lady are now officially in the security consultant biz, so they’ve probably got all kinds of plans.”
Micro snorted. “Mostly they’re just arguing about what to call their new enterprise, but yeah, he’s sent me some shit too. I’ll forward it to you to look over.”
I hesitated as I set my tablet down on his desk, and tapped the screen.
“Wait. Why? Am I on that with him now?”
Micro grinned. “Actually, I was hoping you’ll be in on all the things now. I’m hoping I’m looking at my new VP.”
The fuck.Stitch had mentioned the idea back at the Halloween debacle, but it’d gone out of my mind with all the drugged up craziness. And I guess I hadn’t expected it to actually happen. It was just an offhand comment, or so I’d thought.
“What, really?”
Micro closed his laptop, and leaned on it, all traces of humour gone from his face.
“You’re the one person I can count on here, the one person I’d never hesitate to talk to about anything. The one person I trust absolutely. You’re smart, you’re methodical, you’re always thinking of ways to improve things here at the club. Hell, I even heard you’re helping Rocket get his business off the ground here. I mean, who the fuck else would be anywhere near as perfect as you for VP?”
I closed my tablet and sat back, wishing we had a drink of something stronger than coffee, because it felt like one of those moments.
As if Micro read my mind, he dug out a bottle of amber liquid and two glasses, pouring two short measures and passing me a glass.
“So? You gonna need time to think about this?”
I gulped down the bourbon, and took a moment to relish the liquid heat as it flowed down my throat.
“Fuck. Definitely not. I’m in!” Micro slammed his palm against the desk surface and hissed a triumphant ‘yes’.
“Thanks. I’m honoured actually. I was always… well, nobody listened to me back in the old club, and you’ve always done me the respect of giving me your ear with all my crazy ideas. You’re already ten times the president Crusher ever was.”
He grimaced at the sound of the bastard’s name, but reached over for a fist bump.
“You’re the first person that came to mind for me, and for Reacher and Stitch, it seems. Even Grease suggested you’d be the best person. Honestly, you were made for this. It’ll mean some extra responsibilities, but not much more, to be honest, because you were kinda taking that shit on already.”
I sighed with relief. “Thank fuck. So you’re not about to hand me a whole pile of shit you don’t wanna do, laugh in my face, and ruin my night?”
He shook his head. “I like to think I’m on top of the whole pile of shit, but come back after work tomorrow, and we’ll put some decisions in place on these ideas you sent over. Plus we’ll discuss the security shit with Grease and Jay.”
“She’s ‘Jay’ now?”
“To me, yeah. You’ll have to earn that. She’ll probably make you call her Mistress or something first.”
