Rock Chick 08 Revolution (42 page)

In other words, he didn’t like her.

He got close to me, took the carrier of coffee then took my hand and
spared Dawn a glance to order, “Hold my calls.”

“Of course, Ren,” she said, sweet as sugar on an eyes-hooded smile that
said—
right in front of me
—she’d hold
anything he asked.

Bitch.

Ren led me down the hall and into an office, which I again did not take
in, mostly because I was fuming. He then led me to a big desk. He put down the
coffee, grabbed the donut bag from my hand, tossed it with the coffee then
pulled me loosely into his arms.

When he had me there, he said quietly, “Dom hired her.”

That explained a lot.

“
Before
he reunited with
Sissy,” Ren went on.

Well, that was a relief.

Ren kept talking.

“I’ll admit, her attitude often leaves a lot to be desired. Lucky and
Santo hate her. And she does not hide she’s attracted to Dom or me.”

Great. Just
great
.

Ren wasn’t done, unfortunately.

“She has also given us no reason to discipline or terminate her. I know
she worked for Lee. but I saw her resume and personally checked her references.
Although Lee said he had issues with her which led to her termination, he
didn’t share those with me but did share they had nothing to do with her
performance. Her other references were stellar. The other applicants didn’t
come close. We were in a jam and needed somebody. So I agreed to take her on.”

His arm tightened and he dipped his face close.

“I see you aren’t fond of her, though I had no idea until now you weren’t,
but she’s very good at her job, honey.”

“She’s a bitch,” I declared.

“That may be so—”

“No, Ren. She’s a
bitch,
” I
cut him off to say. “The reason Lee terminated her was because she was on the
phone in his office with one of her friends, who’s also likely a bitch, and she
was talking trash about Jules
when Jules
was in the hospital.
”

His jaw got hard.

I kept at it.

“Lee was not down with that so he got shot of her ass. And, heads up,
you might wanna check your phone logs because they have cameras everywhere at
Nightingale Investigations, and she was caught catting with her friends
repeatedly.”

“Noted,” Ren murmured.

“And last, remember when I told you I wouldn’t hesitate to get into a
bitch smackdown with a sister who was a bitch?” I asked.

He bit his lip and I knew it was to stop both from quirking, but I
ignored that and he stopped biting his lip to answer, “Yes.”

“Well, just saying, she even looks at me funny, in your reception area
you’re gonna have a knockdown, drag out, hair pulling, nails scratching bitch
smackdown catfight that might be so extreme, it’ll make the papers.”

“That’s noted, too,” Ren replied immediately, but now his lips were
actually quirking.

“I’m not being funny,” I informed him. “She already gave me a nasty
look and nasty words and told me since you were taken, her only hope was Dom,
who everyone knew had a wandering eye.”

All amusement fled his face and his eyes narrowed.

Finally.

“She said that?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” I answered.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“You got that right,” I told him.

“What nasty words did she give you?” he asked, and I felt his vibe
beginning to weigh down the air, but I didn’t care. If that meant Dawn would be
out of his office, life and
my
life—
forever—
I’d bear the beast.

“She said she heard I had a thing with you and she prayed it wasn’t
true, but God doesn’t listen to her.”

His jaw got hard again, this time the muscle jumping there. He looked
toward the wall that separated his office from reception, murmuring, “I’ll
check the phone logs.”

“You might want to check company email, too,” I advised.

He looked back at me and nodded.

“Now that I’ve had a run-in with Dawn, I need coffee and donuts about
seventeen thousand times more than I normally need coffee and donuts,” I
shared.

The mood in the room shifted. His lips quirked again then he moved in
to brush them to mine and let me go.

Ren saw to the coffees while I disbursed the donuts and after I’d
snarfed down half of my Bavarian cream, he asked, “When’s your meeting with
your brothers tonight?”

“Five thirty,” I answered through cream and dough.

He grinned as he watched me speak.

I took a swig of coffee and another bite.

Then he stated, “I’ll make a reservation for eight. Will that give you
enough time to do that and get ready?”

Something hit me and I panicked.

He noticed it immediately. Then again, I’d stopped snarfing down my
donut and froze, staring at him.

“Ally?” he called.

“Uh…” I mumbled.

Shit!

“What?” he asked.

“Well, um…” I started but trailed off.

His brows knit. “Is something the matter?” he asked.

Fuck. I had to tell him.

Whatever. We were living together. He’d find out eventually.

“It’s Monday,” I declared.

“Yeah,” he prompted.

“Monday night is
Castle
night,” I told him, and his head jerked.

“It’s what night?”

“
Castle
night.”

“What the fuck is that?” he asked.

“It’s a TV show,” I answered, and he blinked. I hurried on. “If we do a
late dinner, we might not be home in time to watch it.”

He stared at me.

“Though, we can DVR it before we go, which would work,” I allowed
grudgingly. “But I usually try to watch it as it airs.”

He kept staring at me.

Then he queried slowly, “We’ve had our first date delayed for over a
year—so long we’re actually living together and committed to each other before
we actually have it— and you want to delay another night for a TV show?”

“It’s
Castle,
” I explained
simply, because
no way
was I going to
explain why I
really
didn’t want to
miss it.

“Is it that good?” he asked.

It was. But mostly it had Nathan Fillion. That was, it had tall, funny,
talented, good-looking (did I mention funny? And tall?) Nathan Fillion.

My celebrity crush.

Do you feel me? No way I was going to share
that
.

I just said, “Yes.”

“Can you wait to watch it until tomorrow?” he asked.

I might be working a pole tomorrow.

I
totally
didn’t share that.

“Sure,” I said and took another bite of donut.

Ren studied me.

I swallowed, washed donut back with coffee and threw him a smile to
throw him off track.

This failed.

“Are there any other TV shows you feel this way about?”

“Um…” I started, because there were.

Luckily most of them were cancelled, but unfortunately my collection of
series DVDs had been incinerated in an apartment bomb.

I decided to answer, “The most important one is
Castle.
”

This was true. Mostly because that was the only one still airing that had
Nathan Fillion in it.

I made a mental note to hit a computer and order
Firefly
from Amazon and ate my last bite of donut.

“Maybe
I
should ask
you
twenty questions,” he suggested on a
mutter, balling up the donut bag and tossing it in a bin behind his desk.

“Shoot,” I invited.

He looked at me. “Tonight. Sexy dress. Heels. Champagne. And twenty
questions.”

“You got it, babe,” I murmured then licked Bavarian cream residue from
my fingers.

I finished this then found myself plastered against Ren where he went
about tasting Bavarian cream on my tongue.

He tasted of cinnamon twist.

It was an awesome combination.

He lifted his head and whispered, “Let’s go see your new office.”

“Righteous,” I whispered back.

He gave me a squeeze then let me go, but grabbed my hand. We carried
our coffees out of his office, down the hall and into reception.

However, he stopped us there, somewhat close to Dawn’s desk.

With a bright smile pinned on her lips, she looked up at him. “Anything
you need, Ren?”

“We’re goin’ across the hall to check out Ally’s space.”

“Right,” she chirped.

“And one more thing,” he started, and she tipped her head to the side,
eyes avoiding mine but glued to Ren, all ears.

Bitch.

“I’m livin’ with Ally, so obviously I will not take kindly to you bein’
rude to the woman who shares my home,” Ren stated. Her face froze and my body
jerked in surprise. His hand tightened in mine and he kept going. “But just to
say, no matter who walks through those doors, rudeness will not be tolerated.
You can take that as a verbal warning. Next time, it’ll be written. Do you
understand me?”

Her face was getting red, from embarrassment or anger, I had no clue.

I also didn’t care.

Inside my head, I was doing cartwheels while outside I was struggling
with gloating.

Her voice sounded strangled when she replied, “Of course, Ren.” Her
eyes came to me and she tried to cover by stating, “I’m sorry if something I
said was misconstrued as rude, Ally.”

Misconstrued.

Hardly.

“Apology accepted, Dawn,” I replied magnanimously.

Ren was done and I knew this when he tugged me to the door.

But I was me. Ally. So I went with him.

But I also turned back and gave Dawn a huge smile. I lifted my coffee
to my lips then out, making a smoochy face in a modified blowing of a kiss.

Dawn glared.

I grinned.

Ren pulled me through the door.

It closed behind us and he walked me to the door across the hall while
muttering, “Was that necessary?”

“Totally,” I answered.

His eyes on the door, his lips quirked again then they stopped doing
that and he whispered, “What the fuck?”

He pushed down the handle as I heard why he was asking that question.

There were voices coming from inside.

He opened the door, pulled us through and we both stopped and took in
the activity.

Daisy was on hands and knees on the floor, arranging big carpet sample
squares.

Shirleen was at a wall, taping up paint chips; or more accurately,
taping up
more
paint chips to the
dozens already taped there.

And then there were Buddy and Ralphie who’d joined our tribe during
Sadie’s Rock Chick Ride. They were a gay couple who clicked right in like
they’d been there years. Ralphie was male-model gorgeous (but better groomed).
Buddy was bald, African American and a nurse at Swedish Medical Center. They
had a tape measure and they were measuring the floor.

“How’d you get in?” Ren asked instead of saying hello, and all eyes
came to us.

“Did a stint in juvvie ‘cause of the skills I got to get us in,” Daisy
answered.

I decided that I needed to discuss this with Daisy so she could teach
me those skills, then she motioned to me.

“Good you’re here, sugar. I’m thinkin’ oatmeal. But I really like this
gray. It says class to me. We want warm, but we want classy. We also want
professional. It’s a difficult balance and the walls and carpet are the
foundation so we gotta get it right.”

I looked down at her adjusting her carpet samples then I looked through
the space and that feeling swept through me again. The good one. The excited
one.

The happy one.

Two offices along the back, both with room-length windows to the outside,
and both had windowed walls facing reception. The conference room down one
side, also with a glass wall facing reception. An opened door sharing a wall
with the outside hall and one with the conference room that I could see was a
small kitchenette, which could take a little fridge and a coffee pot. It also
had a small sink.

Perfect.

Utterly.

“Ally?” Daisy called.

“No oatmeal,” Shirleen said before I could answer Daisy. “Beige,” she
stated, ripping off a paint chip with six shades of beige on it. “That’s the
only thing that goes with oatmeal.” She tossed the paint chip over her shoulder
and it fluttered to the floor. “Boring,” she went on and ripped another paint
chip off, this one more shades of beige, sent it sailing and decreed. “No.”
Again with the paint chips, one (beige again), two (greens), three (blues),
four (grays), as she repeated, “No, no, no, no.”