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“I've been up since five,” he chuckles. “Now sit up, I brought you breakfast.” I sit up grabbing the sheets to wrap around my naked body. Linc turns to the dresser behind him, grabbing a bed tray, then straddles it over my lap. My eyes go wide at all the food: pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and jelly.
“Wow, did you cook all this?” I ask, my eyes scanning back and forth over the plate, my mouth agape.
“Of course,” he answers, looking at me like that was the stupidest question in the world, while placing a glass of orange juice on the tray.
“Mmmmm, how are you not married?” I laugh, swallowing a bite of the most delicious eggs I have ever tasted.
He chuckles. “I'm glad to see you like my cooking, but they’re just eggs...Don't you know how to cook?” His head tilts to the side in question. “No, not really,” I answer with a shrug.
“What do you eat then?” He looks kind of concerned with that crease between his eyebrows.
“I eat at the diner across the street from the shop mostly and, you know, chips, microwave stuff.”
He scrunches his face up. “That sounds terrible.”
“I had other things to do instead of learning to cook.” I shrug.
“Like learning to sell weed,” he quips. I narrow my eyes at him, taking a sip of the freshly squeezed juice.
“Do you have a problem with me selling weed?” I ask.
“Yes, very much,” he answers seriously. I ignore his scrutiny because this conversation has just sparked an idea.
“Where's my phone?” I shout, moving the tray to the other side of the bed. “Oh no, young lady, no phones till you eat,” he scolds, moving the tray back over my lap. It’s sexy when he tells me what to do in bed, but not when we’re just hanging out.
“God, do you have a daddy complex or something?” I sneer.
A devilish grin crosses his face. “I can be your daddy if you want, Kitten.”
“I can talk and eat,” I argue.
“No,” he replies. And I know he’s serious. My core pulses, and I’m reminded how sore I am from yesterday. How he took my virginity was nothing short of traumatic. I was ready to be done with him, never see him again. Move even, but then he crashed into my apartment and took care of me like nobody has ever done before. He made love to me.
Having to put my idea on hold, I decide it’s a good time to learn more about him.
“How old are you?” I ask.
“Twenty- seven,” he answers. Hmm, not as old as I thought.
“Do you work anywhere?”
“I work for the club.”
“Doing what?” I ask.
“Buying businesses, investing.”
“So, you launder money.”
“No, these are legitimate businesses. A lot of the members of the club work or run those businesses. And what do you know about laundering money?” he asks, frowning.
“Not anything really, I just thought that was how places like motorcycle clubs hid money they earned illegally.” I shrug.
“That's true, and the club used to earn money that way and still does a little, but I hope to turn that around and get them totally out of that kind of thing.”
“What made you join the club?”
“I am there for Flynn, the president. He is my best friend, family, a brother.”
