Page 5 of Becoming the Owners
“Sounds like you know which one you should pick then.” Gesturing toward him with the bottle, I shrugged as I started to get a drink. “It’d probably be easier to get permits for too. You’ll be able to talk them into it if it’s not right next to some prissy neighborhood who doesn’t want the traffic or need the tax revenue.”
“Another good point.” He frowned, taking my thoughts seriously and watching intently every time I took a bite.
If I hadn’t talked to the delivery guy myself, I’d have thought it was creepy as fuck. However, I knew no one had touched it, so Brass Man just seemed to have a control freak streak a mile wide.
But I took another bite because I liked the way he watched my mouth.
Yep, I was an idiot, but in my defense, he was sexy when he was crazy.
“But it’s a warehouse.” He sighed, trying to be a bit more subtle as he watched me. “I can picture the individual spaces and what needs to be in the club, but I don’t have the…the visual skills…I don’t know what it’s called, but I can’t picture how it would fit in the warehouse.”
Not everyone had a good visual imagination…and even less could play Tetris with their mind and figure out how all the pieces would fit together.
“An architect could work up plans for you.” My idea had him nodding…and frowning.
“But they’d charge me an arm and a leg to do it.” He leaned back, working through the idea as I continued to eat. “It wouldn’t technically be a waste of money even if it helped me to see that I needed to go in another direction, but it feels like a waste of money.”
I chuckled because I’d heard that before, over and over.
“Then get a builder to walk through it with you.” That had his head cocking and I could see the control freak brain cells whirling. “Cheaper than the architect if you get the right people and you’ll be able to get a feel for who you want to work with.”
That had him groaning so dramatically I actually laughed…and that just made him pout. So it seemed Brass Man had a ridiculous side too. It was good to know.
“I’ve had three different commercial contractors hang up on me in the last week.” Finally straightening, he pushed the drama away and the sexy businessman was back. “One thought I was a prank call from a local radio station and lost his shit. Yeah, not dealing with anyone who screams into the phone like that.”
I barely held back a snort.
Scott was a dickhead and had pissed off so many people he did get prank calls on a regular basis.
“Good decision. Scott’s nuts.” That had something sparking in Brass Man’s eyes.
I was prepared for something snarky, but he surprised me. “Good to know. What about that company with the long German name? I can’t pronounce it, but he just gave me pushback without actually telling me no outright.”
I winced, which had Brass Man sighing.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.” It was worse than he could guess. “He recently found out his son is a lot more interesting than he thought and he’s having a bit of a mental breakdown over it. Not my story. In a year he’ll have gotten over it. He loves his moron son. But for now…”
God, they were drama on top of drama.
“Great.” Shaking his head, Brass Man sighed. “Thank you for the heads-up.”
Utterly delighted at the way he hadn’t questioned me, I made a calculated but stupid decision. “Check out the residential contractors. Thefancy as shitones who do the big homes. They’ll be more used to doing the finishing you want than a commercial contractor would. You’re looking forspecial,notwe have a daily special.”
How had someone else not told him that?
Brass Man went still. “Oh, that’s…”
Genuis.
While he realized that and got lost in his own head, I finished my sandwich and water. I thought he was even cuter when he was distracted, but that didn’t tell me what the fuck to do.
I never dated anyone from the club.
Never.
The customers only wanted one thing.
