Page 102 of Property of Stone
Chapter Twenty-One
Taryn really neededto invest in some good video editing software. The four videos she’d shot while prepping food in The Castle’s kitchen were far from perfect.
The bloopers ended up being out of control. Add in the copious amount of cursing from the bikers in the background and hardly any of the raw footage had turned out usable. At least she hadn’t been doing another “live” and the videos would be fine once cleaned up and certain words bleeped out.
She had a long list of recipes she wanted to make and record. However, right now she was concentrating on two weeks’ worth of dinners for one of her long-time clients. She’d freeze the packaged home-cooked meals overnight and have them delivered to his residence tomorrow.
As she portioned the food into containers, a deep, “What’s all that?” right behind her made her startle.
Stone somehow snuck up on her. She needed to be more aware of her surroundings. While she trusted Stone for the most part, she wasn’t sure about the rest of his brothers yet.
The only reason she was getting to know them at all was because they were stalking her in the cafeteria hoping she’d offer them anything extra.
Of course, she didn’t mind sharing anything leftover since the club was covering the cost of the ingredients. What benefited her also benefited them.
She tried to put aside enough every day for their own dinner, if it wasn’t all hoovered down by the Kings brotherhood in under thirty seconds flat.
She glanced over her shoulder at the sexy biker not scrounging for food. “It’s part of the meal prep side business. The other day, I sent out an email to all my current clients and told them I’d be branching out. I got a lot more interest than I expected.” Hopefully, that part of the business would grow organically strictly due to word of mouth, which was the best kind of advertising since it was free. “I need to deliver these tomorrow.”
His head jerked back and his jaw popped. “Talked about that shit.”
Oh, brother. Here we go!Vic hadn’t even been released yet and Stone already had her on lockdown. “Well, then I have fourteen frozen meals to be delivered to a client tomorrow. Who do you want to do that?”
She also needed to go to the restaurant supply store down in Harrisburg to buy to-go containers in bulk. It wouldn’t look professional to deliver them in cheap, upcycled cold cut containers.
She really needed customized labels for the containers, too. So much to do!
“Told you, gonna get one of the prospects.”
“Do you have any who sport a semi clean-cut look or do they all look like obvious bikers?” Men most of her clientswouldn’t answer the door for if they stood on their front stoop.
“You see anyone lookin’ like they can get away with wearin’ fuckin’ polo shirts?”
“No, but…”Damn, a simple uniform would be great. He kept coming up with good ideas, whether he meant to or not.
Off-brand polo shirts weren’t super expensive and they could wear them with jeans, especially since the prospect would only be delivering the meals, not serving them.
“Thanks for that idea. I’ll have some polo shirts made up with my logo. I’ll just need to know which prospect will be assigned to me so I can find out his size.”
Stone only stared at her.
She shrugged. “If you don’t want me delivering the meals, then whoever is will be representing my business.Talked about that shit,” she echoed in a gruff voice.
At his deep chuckle, an electrical current shot all the way from the center of her chest to the tips of her toes. Of course it also lit up one particular area on her.
She couldn’t understand why a biker with a man-bun turned her on so much. Maybe she should simply admit she wasn’t the best judge of character.
A good excuse for why she married Vic.
When was she going to learn? Her body answered for her: apparently, not today.
“Will see if any of em’s willin’ to do it.”
“Can you do that like…soon?”
“Yeah.”
“And if no one volunteers?”
