“Employee meeting,” he corrected.
“That’s what I said,” Rory insisted with a grin.
Crystal moved to stand next to Max, setting her purse down on the counter. Max leaned over and bumped her with his shoulder, grinning at her. “How’s the bike running?”
She grinned back. “Awesome.”
“Good,” Jameson replied. “Because we’re going on a road trip.”
“A what?” Her eyes widened.
“Sturgis, Ace.”
“Sturgis?”
“Yup. We go every year. Make a mint up there. Customers are lined up out the door,” Max confirmed.
“Okay, but why do I have to go?” she frowned, a panic taking hold of her.
“Someone has to do the paperwork and handle the payments, babe. We’ll be working non-stop laying ink,” Jameson clarified.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, Ace, I’m serious. Why?”
“Sturgis? No way.” She shook her head.
“It’s not up for negotiation.”
“I’m not camping out in some campground with a bunch of men. No way. I need a bed and a hot shower,” she insisted.
“High maintenance, isn’t she, boss?” Max gave her a wink.
“I never met a woman that wasn’t,” Jameson replied, his eyes on her.
“Hey!”
“You’ll have a bed…and hot water,” he clarified.
She put her hand on her hip and arched her brow suspiciously. “I’m not sharing. Just so we’re clear.”
He looked at her, his eyes skating down her body and he grinned.
“Jameson.”
“We’re clear, Ace.”
“Where exactly are we staying?” Her eyes moved around her desk, landing on each man before stopping on Jameson again. She watched his eyes sharpen.
“You’ll have your own room, Crystal.”
Liam added, “Yeah. We rent out a storefront on the main drag. There’s a small apartment above it that comes with it. Of course, the cable network that’s interested in signing Jameson for his own show is going to be providing him with one of those big tour buses.”
Rory grinned. “Yeah, we’re going to be our own traveling ‘road show’.”
“Tour bus?” Crystal looked at Jameson, who almost looked embarrassed by it all. He shrugged.
“They’re going to do a little filming. See if there’s anything worth doing a show with.”