hope I can do a good job, because the last thing I need to do is make my uncle and the cousin I haven’t met yet look bad for recommending me. I’m not going to lie, I’m feeling a little nervous right now, but I need to act confident and make a good impression.
Sliding out of the car, I pull down my knee-length pencil skirt and square my shoulders. The new material of my crisp white shirt isn’t the comfiest, but it makes me look the part. As I pass the window to the entrance, I take a look at myself. With my long dark hair piled on my head in a bun and the glasses on my face, I kind of look like a librarian, but I guess that’s a professional look.
Stepping inside the warehouse is like a whole other world. There’s beautifully done graffiti on the walls, and the workspace shows off brand-new, sparkling bikes. The main room leads into a wide spacious garage, and it has a cool, urban vibe. There’s music playing over the speakers, and it doesn’t look like they have spared any expense with the interior design. In the middle, there’s a reception area with a large, expensive-looking wooden desk and a little staircase leading to another level, one with bikes in various states of being rebuilt. It’s a pretty awesome space.
“Hello?” I call out when I see no one around. Apparently they really do need staff. I’m assuming I’m supposed to be meeting Crow, but I have no idea what to expect right now.
A door opens from behind the reception area, and a tall, muscular blond man walks out. He’s very handsome. He’s covered in tattoos and looks good even though he’s dressed in jeans and a god-awful bowling shirt with a white top underneath. I wonder if this is his usual look.
Even with the shirt, he screams bad boy.
The bright pattern isn’t fooling anybody.
Blue eyes lock on me. “Bronte Pierce?”
“That’s me,” I say, shaking his hand as he offers it. “Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Crow, and I’m in charge here. We have two mechanics coming in and out to help Cam put together the bikes. But it’s a small group since we only do custom pieces.”
So this is who messaged me yesterday.
“So are you Abbie’s partner?” I ask, since Uncle Neville said he owned the place. If he is, she has done very, very well for herself.
He gives me a confused look, then laughs. I don’t want to admit what the sound of his laugh does to me; it’s deep and all consuming. Great, now I’m having weird feelings about my cousin’s partner and I haven’t even met my cousin yet. Way to build a relationship. Oh yeah, and he’s my boss.
Snap out of it, Bronte. You’re here to work, and that’s it.
Once he’s done laughing, he still has a smirk on his face. I’m not going to lie; it kind of annoys me. “No, Temper is Abbie’s partner. Don’t let him hear you ask me that.”
“But you said you’re in charge. I was told Abbie’s partner owns the place.”
His smirk is gone and now he just looks annoyed. “Yes, Temper technically owns it, but I am in charge here. Is that going to be a problem?”
Shit. Great, first I was attracted to the boss, and now I’m pissing him off. “Nope. Not a problem. Sorry, I just found out about Abbie, so I’m playing catch-up. You’re in charge. Got it.”
And apparently not a topic I will bring up again.
He looks at me skeptically but gives me a brief nod. “We basically need someone to man the reception, answer phones, order parts and stay on top of all the bookkeeping. Sound manageable?”
I decide that honesty is the best policy. “I have done some admin work before, but I don’t know anything about bikes or ordering parts. But I’m a quick learner and I’m sure I can pick it up.” I give him my best I-am-confident look.
I hope he buys it.
It’s the truth, though. I’ve done work more complicated than this, and I’m eager to learn and be the best at whatever job I am doing. I’m someone who takes pride in her work, and I know that I’m going to be an asset to his team.
“Abbie said you were a private investigator?”
“I was an assistant to one, yes.” I nod.
“Huh. I would have guessed a librarian,” he comments, making my eyes widen. I mean, I was only just thinking the same thing