Tack let me go. I smiled politely at the two men who were now stopping at the biker huddle then I turned and skedaddled across the cement of the forecourt, my heels clicking loudly as I went all the while wondering what in the hell that was all about.
Chapter Four
Do You Want a Donut?
I was plagiarizing an Employee Handbook I’d downloaded from the Internet when the outside door to my office opened and sunlight shone through around the dark outline of Tack’s body.
Great, I thought.
“Hey,” I said.
“Red,” he replied and walked toward me, demanding, “Call up the order.”
“Okeydoke,” I muttered, professional efficiency personified. I turned back to the computer screen and started clicking the mouse to call up the order. The screen with the order on it was loading when I felt movement close to me and heard papers rustling. I twisted my torso and looked up to see Tack plant his ass smack on the top of my desk, pinning me in my chair turned toward the computer with his muscled thigh.
“Um… could you not sit on my desk?” I requested.
“No,” he replied.
“I asked nice,” I told him.
“Answer’s still no,” he told me.
I stared up at him. He stared down at me. He didn’t look serious like he looked outside before I left him, Dog and Brick. He didn’t look laidback and amused either. I didn’t know what he looked like but I sensed everything was not okay.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“No,” he answered with surprising honesty.
Oh boy.
Perhaps there was dissent in the ranks of the Chaos MC. This was probably not good. And it was probably even more not good if you were the president of the Chaos MC.
And because of this, for some insane reason, likely because I found the consumption of donuts soothed a variety of things that were not so good, I found myself asking, “Do you want a donut?”
He stared at me a beat and he did this with a strange intensity, something I did not get working behind his eyes.
Then, before I got it, he answered, “No.”
“Have you had breakfast?”
“It’s after ten o’clock, Red.”
“Have you had breakfast?” I repeated.
“No.”
“Then you need a donut.”
“I don’t need a donut.”
“Okay,” I gave in. “Do you want coffee?”
“No, babe, I don’t want coffee. I don’t want a donut. I want to sort out this order, get it sent and then I got shit to do.”
I now knew what he looked like because he sounded like it too and that was impatient.
“Okeydoke,” I whispered and turned to the screen.