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There were more important things I could be asking him, like if he checked his messages, but him cooking threw me for a loop. He didn’t seem like the type to cook.
“Yeah. Don’t tell the guys, though.”
I frowned. “Why? Do you think they’d tease you or something?”
He snorted, glancing over his shoulder at me. “Most definitely. But no, I was more referring to the fact that a lot of them don’t know how and they’d start demanding I cook for them. Which isn’t gonna fuckin’ happen.” He pointed the spatula in my direction. “You get special treatment because you let me stick my dick in you.”
My mouth fell open, and my cheeks burned. “Clink!”
He burst out laughing, that mischievous grin back in place. Too tired and embarrassed to argue with him, I wrapped the sheets around me and slid out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom. It was the one place in the apartment I could actually hide. I spent some time getting ready for the day, but I didn’t have any clothes in here, so eventually I had to come back out. I wrapped the sheets tightly around me, drawing in a deep breath to bolster myself.
When I came out, Clink was poking through the cabinets, a frown on his face. “Where’s your plates?”
“Left side,” I murmured, sneaking past him to the other side of the bed. I kept my clothes in totes underneath it to save on space. Pulling one out, I grabbed what I needed, trying to stay hidden behind the bookshelf.
“You know I saw everything last night, right?”
Looking up from where I was squatting on the floor, trying to pull on my clothes discreetly, I saw Clink watching me with an amused look on his face, his elbow leaning against the bookcase. I thought for sure my face couldn’t turn more red than it already was, but my cheeks burned brighter at his obvious scrutiny.
“Can you turn around?”
Pursing his lips, he shook his head slowly. When I opened my mouth to protest, he grinned. “You aren’t gonna convince me. Might as well get it over with.”
I scowled, giving up and pushing to my feet. “Brewer warned me that you had more energy in the morning than the energizer bunny.”
His brow furrowed. “When did he say that?”
“Last night. He called looking for you, but you ignored me when I tried to wake you.” I gestured to his phone, which was still on the nightstand where I left it last night. I wasn’t sure if that was by design and he’d already checked his messages or not, but Clink’s face wasn’t giving away what he was thinking. He leaned, snatching the phone up, and frowned at the screen before tossing it on the bed.
“Asshole. He’s like my own little stalker.”
My focus was still on the phone. He must’ve seen the message from his dealer, but he probably didn’t want me to know, so he was keeping it to himself. My jaw tightened, and I quickly finished getting dressed.
“He’s just trying to help.”
Clink moved back to the kitchen, grabbing two plates of food and setting them on the coffee table before grabbing his jeans and jerking them over his legs. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on, let’s eat. I hate when my shit gets cold.”
I kept looking back at his phone, waiting for him to sneak a message or something, but he just grabbed it and shoved it in his pocket. I couldn’t decide what was worse. Him trying to sneakily answer right in front of me, or him being smart enough to wait until we weren’t around each other anymore to reply.
Feeling grouchy, I dropped onto the sofa beside him, picking up the plate. It wasn’t a complicated meal, over easy eggs and bacon, but he cooked it perfectly and it still surprised me that he had that kind of skill.
“Who taught you how to cook?”
“My mom.” He was busy shoveling food into his mouth, and when he answered with his mouth full, I made a face.
“Gross. Don’t talk with food in your mouth.”
He smirked at me, completely uncaring about his manners, and jerked his chin at my plate, encouraging me to eat. I did because it was delicious and really thoughtful for him to cook for me, but I was still glued to his phone and the message from his dealer.
“I gotta get back soon. I’ve got shit to do. You’ll be back at the clubhouse on Monday, right?”
I hadn’t decided fully on whether I was coming back or not. I wanted to do the job because it was good for my career, and I liked the guys a lot more now that I got to know them, but I went back and forth a lot. Between this stuff with Clink and the run-in with the guy the other day, I still wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable.
When I didn’t answer right away, Clink put his now empty plate down and shifted closer to me, his arm resting behind me along the back of the couch. “Tell me what’s stopping you from coming back.”
I sighed, putting my plate down. “I just… I promised Tyson if I ever felt unsafe, I wouldn’t go back. I’ve been to the clubhouse twice and both times something happened to make me uncomfortable. I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“If this is about the prospect, then–”
