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I sighed heavily. Of course he did. Tyson had always been overprotective. It was a little terrifying that he’d go so far as to threaten an actual gang member to protect me, though.
“Ignore him. He’s just looking out for me. I wasn’t ever worried about you getting revenge anyway.”
Like he could see through the lie, he raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
I wasn’t willing to admit that he scared me before. He didn't need any new ways to manipulate people.
I shrugged, going for unaffected. “You don’t really strike me as dangerous. Nothing like Croy or Reaper, anyway.”
A slow smirk crossed his face. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”
It was condescending, the way he tried to placate me, and I seriously considered throwing my phone at him again, but I needed to finish up my assessment paperwork so I could get going. If Croy agreed to the updates, I’d need to plan everything out to make sure I didn’t have to drive back and forth for things, and I’d need to get blueprints of the warehouse before the county clerk’s office closed.
Once I finished writing up the paper version of the contract, I handed it to Clink. “This is what we’re projecting for the work. Once you sign off on it, I’ll start on the project.”
He was still grinning like an idiot and when he shook his head slowly, I fought back a scowl.
“What?”
“Sorry, honey. I’m in charge of the coffers, sure, but shit like this needs to be signed off by the prez. You’re gonna have to meet with him.”
Clink seemed to get enjoyment out of just how uncomfortable I was meeting with Croy. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of showing that I was nervous, so I snatched the paper back and pushed him out of my way, slamming my truck door behind me. He was laughing as he followed me inside, his hands shoved into his pockets, but he caught me around the waist and hauled me backwards when I lifted my hand to knock on Croy’s office door.
“Hold it.”
Jerking away from him, I spun around with a scowl, but he wasn’t focused on me. He tipped his head, listening for a second, before nodding his head.
“Okay, you’re good.”
I hesitated, looking between him and the door. “What were you listening for?”
The mischievous grin came back, and he winked at me. “The First Lady. She and the boss man get it on in his office after they fight. I wouldn’t want to subject you to that.”
My face flushed, but before I could respond, someone shrieked.
“Clink!”
We both spun around at the same time. Riley stood behind us, her face bright red and her fists clenched at her sides as she glowered at Clink. This wasn’t the first time he’d brought that up. He seemed to like to tease her about it, and once the initial shock from his dirty statements passed, I mimicked her stance and glared at him.
“You’ve got serious issues when it comes to other people’s privacy. Stop listening in to their private moments. Pervert.”
His mouth fell open and a huge grin spread across Riley’s face. She stepped past him, linking arms with me, and shot him a smug look.
“Yeah! Not everyone is into exhibitionism like you. Mind your business.”
The burn in my cheeks had just gone down, but it flared back up when she said that. I did not need to know about Clink’s kinks. And because she decided to share, now I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about what kind of exhibitionism a guy like him would be into. Did he just like the idea of being caught or did he full blown want people to watch? And why the hell were both scenarios so hot?
Before either of them could call me out for blushing so badly that I looked like a lobster, Riley tugged my arm and led me into Croy’s office without knocking. He glanced up with an irritated glare, but when he saw Riley, his expression softened a little.
“Baby, what did I say about coming in here without knocking?”
She shrugged. “You go back and forth a lot. You want me in here and you don’t. Pick one. Besides, Sam’s got something for you.”
I eyed Riley for a second. She had serious lady balls to be so combative with Croy. Shaking my head, I handed him the contract.
“I’ll be emailing a digital copy that’s more official. This is just a placeholder since I don’t have a printer in my truck. It has the projected costs, the expectations of what’s provided and–”
“How long?”
