“And you forget tonight, I’ll be pissed.”
“I won’t forget, Tack.”
“Be sure about that.”
“I won’t forget.”
“Good,” he murmured.
“Are you going to shut up and let me pass out?”
His hand left my head, his arm sliding down and he wrapped it around my waist, pulling me closer.
Then he whispered, “Yeah.”
I snuggled even closer.
Something had happened. I didn’t know what and I stared at his chest while I tried to figure it out.
I did this for about two seconds before I passed out.
* * * * *
I opened my eyes and smelled musk and man. Correction, my man. I liked it but I also felt something else that wasn’t nearly as awesome and instantly I groaned.
Hangover.
Damn.
Tack rolled into me and I groaned again.
He settled, chest partly on mine, and his slumberous eyes caught mine.
“Queasy?” he guessed accurately which made me wonder what I looked like because I knew I had wild hair. I also knew I had leftover makeup which was never attractive but I was deducing I also was green at the gills which was even less attractive.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Day off,” Tack stated.
“Pardon?” I asked.
“You feel shit, day off.”
“But… I’m hungover.”
“Yeah. So you’re gonna take the day off.”
“Tack,” I started to inform him, “you’re my boss. You should frown on an employee taking the day off because she tied one on the night before.”
“Tyra, I’m your boss, I’m your man and I’m a biker. As your boss, you feel shit, you’re not gonna be on your game so you might f**k shit up which means it’s better you’re not in and work doesn’t get done instead of you bein’ in and work gettin’ fucked up.”
I had to admit, this made sense.
He continued, “As your man, you feel shit, I want you to rest and get better.”
And I had to admit to this, it was sweet.
He kept going, “And as a biker, I live wild, I want you to too and I don’t give a f**k if that has the consequences of a day off work to get over a hangover. In fact, I like it. You can make up the time. You can blow it off. The work’ll get done. Work isn’t important. Livin’ a good life wild and free is.”