“I’ll get right on it. Arizona’s gone over to Vee’s, so I got nothin’ better to do.” Shit must be really hitting the fan if she’s there, too. Lord, help these men falling in love with women who have so many fucking issues.
“Also, check on that fry cook while you’re at it. I want to know every fuckin’ detail there is to know about him. If he has a pimple on his dick, I wanna know.” The line goes quiet, but I don’t care.
I hear Bash clear his throat.“On it.”
I end the call, needing to finish this paperwork before the short order cook gets here. There’s not a doubt in my mind when we’re done I’m going to need a fucking drink.
I’m so engrossed in what I’m doing I almost miss the knock on the door, having to contemplate if it was just my imagination. Itonly takes a moment for questions to be answered when there’s another knock, louder this time.
“Who is it?” I bark.
“Jett. You got someone here to see ya,” he says loudly from the other side.
“Send him in.”
I drop the pen and lean back in the chair. With my arms crossed over my chest, I wait for the fucker to enter.
If he wasn’t after my woman, I might actually like the man. Might, being the key word.
Hell, he could almost pass for my brother because we resemble each other so much, not that I’d ever tell the dickhead that. I smirk as he enters, wondering how he’d enjoy knowing that Mel picked him as a consolation prize for that very reason.
Eh, maybe I’ll hold on to that little nugget a little longer. Some things are better told at a more opportune time.
He steps inside the office, shutting the door behind him before dropping down in a chair in front of the desk, his body taking a position similar to mine. He tilts his head slightly, his lips curling at the corners with a self-satisfied smirk as he narrows his eyes on me.
Neither of us speaks as we dare the other to be the first to break the silence. We stare at each other with narrowed eyes and clenched jaws as we engage in a wordless battle of will.
“I don’t have all day, biker boy. You wanted to meet, not me.”
Fucker seems to think his pathetic name calling is going to affect me. I’ve been called far worse in my life and I’m sure that ignorant assholes will have more flavorful words to call me in the future. But I need information and right now he has it.
“What happened yesterday after I left?” Then, to add on for good measure, “Burger flipper.”
He chuckles and I can’t help but respond with one of my own. “Like I told you last night; you left, I heard something fall, andwhen I opened the door to her office, she was on the floor. Some fucking guy was on the phone. Mels was a hysterical mess and just kept sayingnorepeatedly, then after about thirty minutes, she left. I tried to call her after I left you, but it went straight to voicemail. I assume she turned off her phone.”
I keep my composure even though I want to slice that smirk off his face. But nothing he’s told me helps me figure out what the hell is going on with my woman.
“What did the guy sound like?” I lean forward in the seat, resting my arms on the desk as I tap my fingers on it.
“What do you mean?” the fool asks as I shake my head in disbelief. I didn’t believe it was a hard fucking question.
“Was he older? Did he have an accent? A name? Anything to give me a clue who the fuck he is?”
He sits there a moment. His eyes shift around the room as he bites on his lip. Finally, after what feels like an eternity. “His voice was deep, but it sounded younger, well younger than us, with a bit of a northern accent. He didn’t give a name, just asked about Melissa, and since he wouldn’t tell me who he was, I hung up. She was more important to me.”
Fuck, there’s nothing for me to go on. It couldn’t be the fucker’s father, hell that’s if he’s even alive. Who could upset Mel like that just by calling? She’s definitely not told me everything there is to know about her. I’m just going to have to be patient and wait to see what Bash can find out.
But there’s something else I need to know from the jackass.
“What’s your intentions with Mel?”
“She’s the endgame for me. If she’ll have me, I plan to make her my wife.”
I gulp. I knew he wanted her, but I wasn’t expecting marriage.
“You know I want her too?” I ask.
“I do, but it doesn’t change anything for me. Unlike you, I didn’t fuck up my chances, not once, but twice,” he says matter-of-factly.
