Page 3 of Becoming the Owners
My bird seemed to be trying to decide if I was insane or not, but luckily he had Jeff to help him. “He wears more fucking clothes when he’s grocery shopping and no one else finds that glare as sexy as you do, moron.”
That made my birdie grin. “I can’t decide if I’m turned on or offended.”
I was a total asshole.
Complete prick.
I looked.
“Both?” I looked back up at his face to see that sexy smirk back in place. “Definitely both.”
“You’re very interesting.” His expression hadn’t changed much, so I took a chance and hoped that was a good thing.
“Thank you.” My possibly stupid response had him shaking his head.
“You’re coming with me.” He held up his sandwich and his bottle of water. “I need company unless you’re not finished here?”
The idiot trio were still watching stunned.
“They’ll be fine without me.” Banging my fist on the table like a gavel made them jump like rabbits. “Meeting adjourned. Everyone has their assignments and we’re doing lunch on Wednesday, right? Regroup and make sure we’re on track?”
All I got were three vacant-eyed nods, but that worked for me because I wasn’t going to waste my chance with my fascination. “Alright. Have fun. If you drink any more, take a fucking cab home.”
More nods had me rolling my eyes.
This was why I didn’t drink in public.
When I turned back to the birdie, he’d cocked one hip out to the side and was staring at me like I was insane again. “Work meeting?”
I nodded, which was completely not what he was expecting by the looks of it. “My lawyer. My accountant. My annoying friend who knows everyone. They’re helping me start a new business.”
“You’re as weird as I thought you were.” With that, the sexy bird turned around and started walking back toward the staff room behind the dance floor. He didn’t look back but he called over his shoulder to me. “Last chance.”
And I wasn’t going to waste it.
“See ya.” Following my birdie through the dance floor where everyone had completely stopped to stare at us with more wide-eyed expressions, I glanced over at the bartender and flipped him the bird.
He was so getting fired tomorrow.
I’d enjoy it too, but that pleasure would have to wait until my birdie had decided if he was going to trust me at all.
I wasn’t holding my breath, but he was the most incredible, insane man I’d ever met, and I knew he was meant to be mine.
He just didn’t know it yet.
Yep, not creepy at all.
I was so screwed.
But until things exploded in a fiery mess of drama and a screaming banshee, I’d see what happened. Yep, I was going to have completely reasonable expectations. No insanity here.
Not even when he headed back into what was basically the break room and sat down at the small table, just glaring at me. I wasn’t sure if it was to break me down like he was some kind of CIA interrogator or not, but I wasn’t easy to fuck with.
As he just stared, I nodded toward the door. “Alright, what’s your opinion on the music for a BDSM club? Classy. Think old school gentleman’s club like the robber barons would’ve had, not a strip club. I’m thinking sexy jazz in the background but with agood sound system that can mix it up sometimes. What do you think? Jeff keeps saying it’ll sound like we’re all in an erotically themed elevator.”
Seconds ticked by in utter silence.
“In DC? A gay one?” The simple questions said he’d been listening, so I nodded and managed not to ramble anymore. “Then old-fashioned jazz. Yeah. There’s a lot of edgy moving into town and there’s a lot of raunchy in interesting places, but the big money and the regular Joe kind of people would never be comfortable there.”
