“Maybe because I’ll never be in your ride? Not only won’t I fit. But like I said, it’s a piece of shit. We’ll work on getting you something better.”
“I don’t need something better.”
He ignored her, making a mental note to ask around the club. Razor owned a mechanics shop; he would keep an ear out.
“All right, anything else?”
Ah, yeah.
“Shop opens at two. Closes at ten weeknights and six on Saturdays. Closed Sundays and Mondays.”
“Okay. That’s fine.”
“Wasn’t for the last girl. Cut into her social life.”
She gave him a self-deprecating smile. “Well, I’m your girl then, since I have no life. So you open at two today?”
He nodded. “I go in an hour earlier to open up, set up stations. We can make that half an hour earlier now if you’re helping set up.”
“All right. You want me to start today?”
“Yep.”
“I can do that. Anything else?”
“Yeah, place can get dangerous at night. I set up there because it’s not far from the club, but there’s some crime in the neighborhood. If it’s dark out then your ass ain’t out the door alone. Got me?”
“You don’t want me outside on my own in the dark?”
“Yep. You need to go out to get food or go to your car if I’m not there, then you ask one of the others to take you. Got it?”
“Ah, yeah. I can do that. I’ll bring my own food anyway.”
“Let me guess, fucking salad?” he asked.
“Nothing wrong with salad.”
“If you’re a rabbit.”
She rolled her eyes at him. Little brat. The urge to turn her over his knee, to pull those goddamn ugly jeans down over her ass and reveal what was likely plain cotton underwear struck him. Fuck. What was it about her that got to him? She wasn’t his normal type, not by a long shot. Yet here he was practically panting after her.
Fuck. Clear your head, man.
“Anything else?” she asked.
“Not right at the moment. I’ll let you know as I think of it.” There would likely be more.
“All right. Thanks for the job, Duke. I appreciate it.”
He just hoped they didn’t both come to regret it.
7
Sunny snuck glances at him as he drove them to his shop later that day. They were going in early so he could show her the ropes. She’d packed a lunch, and yes it was a salad. She actually liked salads.
Or at least that’s what she told herself.
“You didn’t need to install the security lights and deadbolts.”