“Yeah, that’s cool.”
I was surprised when she poured two glasses of scotch. She slid mine to me, then set hers beside it before coming around the bar and sitting on the stool next to me.
As I watched her, I thought about how my heart raced every time I saw her, especially on the rare occasion she smiled. Her smile was beautiful, and I could tell a genuine smile from the fake ones she gave some customers.
I inhaled her scent when she sat next to me.
“So, what did you do before this?” I asked after she took a sip of the scotch.
“I was a secretary, but my job fired me when my grief made me miss too many days.”
Damn. I hated jobs like that, and that was why I had my own shit. I didn’t answer to anyone. I could come and go as I pleased.
“I’m sorry to hear that. We don’t do that shit around here, as long as you communicate, though. If you need a day or a few days for whatever, just shoot me a text so I’ll know. That’s all I’m asking.”
I could have told her to tell any of the office members, but I didn’t want her talking to the rest of them if she didn’t have to. Carmen and Isis were cool, but I damn sure didn’t want her calling Slider or one of them. I was the one who hired her, so it made sense for her to only communicate with me.
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
“How have you been doing?” I took another swig of the liquor.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her as she thought about how to answer my question. It was the first time the two of ushad been alone since she started, and the first time we had a real conversation.
“I’ve been—making it. Some days are better than others.”
Our fingers accidentally brushed against each other’s as we both reached for a napkin.
“Sorry.” She snatched her hand back and dropped her head.
“It’s cool. I know all about grief, so I completely understand. I’m here if you ever need someone to talk to.”
She looked surprised by my revelation.
“My father. He was killed years ago. He’s actually the reason why I got into motorcycles and this club specifically. He was the president.” I wasn’t sure why I felt so comfortable sharing that with her, but I did. I was sure she had heard things about me, but that wasn’t totally who I was. Did I take women seriously? Hell no, but I was capable if someone was worth it.
The verdict was still out if Munch was worth it, but she damn sure made my dick hard.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
For a second, we were both silent, but our eyes kept meeting.
“You want another drink?” I broke the silence because I was close to kissing her, and we weren’t on that type of time.
She cleared her throat and pushed her glasses up. “Yeah. That’s fine. Can you put a little water in mine, though? I don’t want to get drunk and can’t drive home.”
“I got you. And if you feel like you can’t drive, I have a room upstairs you can use.”
I got up and walked around the other side of the bar to make our drinks. I made sure to add a little water to hers. Water was the only thing that should be mixed with scotch. At least the one we drank. The bottles cost too much to be mixed with juice or something.
Munch licked her lips as she watched me make the drinks. The lip gloss she wore made her lips shiny, and I visualized themwrapped around my dick. I had to think about something else before I walked back to my seat because I didn’t want her to see how hard I was.
“I don’t want to sleep in a bed where you probably take all of your conquests. Anything could be on them sheets. Eww.” She shivered and shook her head.
I couldn’t help but laugh, because she was partially right, but I wasn’t going to admit that. I changed the sheets often, though. I wasn’t nasty like that.
“You crazy,” I joked as I took my seat next to her again.
“I’m surprised your friend wasn’t waiting for you.”
