I was able to breathe again once he created a safe distance between us.
“I’m fucking with you. Maybe.” He crossed his arms again. “How about I give you a trial run, and we’ll see if you fit in here. The name stands, though. Everyone gets one that works here.” He winked.
I guessed his idea was better than a complete no. I just had to impress him enough so he would give me the job. I never worked in a bar before, but I knew how to mix most drinks, and I had my alcohol server’s certification. It was something I decided to do on a whim one day and kept it renewed. Whatever I didn’t know, I would wing it.
I stretched my hand out toward Kane. “You have a deal.”
He looked at my hand for a second, then gripped it with his larger hand. “Deal. You can start right now.”
I didn’t know what possessed me to say that shit to Raina. I didn’t go around putting my mouth on different women, and I damn sure shouldn’t have said that shit to Rameek’s baby sister. She was far from a baby, though. The nickname would stick, though, because she was small with a quiet voice, and she reminded me of a munchkin. The pussy part might have been partially true; it still was highly inappropriate.
She thought I didn’t notice, but I paid attention to women, and I knew that shit affected her. I needed to apologize.
“Is there somewhere I can put my things?”
It was loud in the clubhouse, as usual, but I still managed to hear every word that fell from her pretty lips.
I could see why Rameek kept her way. She was short, with glowing brown skin. Her hair was in long braids, and she had that little shit on her forehead. I think they called it baby hair. Whatever it was, I liked it on her. Chestnut brown eyes were covered by big, clear glasses. She was cute in a girl-next-door way, but I also knew those quiet, smart girls could be freaks. I’d had my fair share of them.
“Yeah. You can get your brother’s locker if you want it.”
Her movements halted for a second. “O-okay.”
“You don’t have to get it today. I’m sure you don’t have a lock, and you may need some time before you are ready to see what’s in there. Whenever you are ready, it’s yours.”
“Thank you.”
I didn’t know what Slim had in his locker, but I knew it took me a minute to go through my father’s things, so if she needed time, that was fine with me.
We walked back toward my office. I heard Drizzle huffing and puffing the whole time Munch and I talked. I also heard how Munch gave that shit right back to her, and it made my dick twitch.
Munch’s attitude was a lot friendlier than the look she gave me three weeks ago at her brother’s funeral. I guessed she figured she needed to be polite if she wanted the job. I could have called her out on it, but I chose not to. I needed to keep my eyes on her, though. She had never stepped foot in here before, and I was sure she could have gotten a much better job. The clubhouse paid well, but her smart ass didn’t need to be in this type of environment. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if she was that smart, but she damn sure looked it.
I opened the door to my office and gestured for Munch to enter first.
“Is it okay if I leave it here?” she asked as she stood near the couch.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Nobody else can come in here without me, so your stuff is safe. I’m here all night, so whenever you need it, I’ll be around.”
She dropped her bag and jacket on the dark blue leather couch. She then wrapped her braids up in a ball.
“I’m ready.” She started to walk out of the office, but I lightly grabbed her elbow. The scent of lavender and something I couldn’t pinpoint flowed through my nose. I had to catch myself from inhaling because she smelled so damn good. I first smelled it when I approached her at the bar, but now that we were in an enclosed space, it was even more prominent. It was a relief from that cheap shit Drizzle wore.
Her eyes dropped to my hand, then back up at me. I let her go, then stuck my hands in my pockets.
“I wanted to apologize for what I said to you out there. I’m not sure what got into me, but it won’t happen again.”
That last part might have been a lie, because I knew for certain I would say more inappropriate shit to her, even if it was just to get under her skin.
“I appreciate that.” She nodded, then walked back to the front of the clubhouse.
I locked the door, then followed behind her. My eyes were on her ass as she switched in front of me with dark denim jeans. Her hoodie was blue, too, and it made me think she did that on purpose.
Drizzle’s eyes were on us as soon as we neared the bar. I heard her teeth smack, and I was sure Munch heard her too.
“Aye.” Both Drizzle and Munch looked at me, but my eyes were on Drizzle. “You can go for the night.”
Her eyes bounced between Munch and me. “What? Why?”
