He pulled back and wiped the tears from my face with his thumb.
“Stay here, I will bring something up to eat, you set up this place with what you need, I am assuming this office space is temporary, and you want your office near the paint room?” I appreciated how he moved the subject back to what we were talking about before my minor breakdown. Something I have vowed never to do, yet he managed to bring it out of me.
“Can I have some toast? I’m not that hungry.” I called out as he reached the door. He raised his hand with a thumbs-up gesture as he left the room, closing the door softly.
I put my hair up into a messy bun and got to work on that design. I had a program on my laptop, which I purchased a while back. I have been keeping up to date since then, and it lets me make 3D designs. First, I uploaded a photo of the Prez bike and then started drawing.
Tank came in soon after I got busy, placed the toast and coffee on the table, and looked at what I was doing, before kissing my forehead and leaving.
I felt rude because I barely acknowledged he was in the room.
Once I get motivated, all else fades to the background. It was part of my coping mechanism, which became a habit that I have trouble breaking out of.
The design was coming along well. I liked how it flowed. Hopefully, the prez will be happy with the results. It was going to take less time than I thought, since I had started something similar and just adapted it to what he wanted.
Tank had come in, placed sandwiches on the table, and another cup of coffee, then left, leaving me to work.
Sometime in the afternoon, I saved what I had done and stood up to stretch, bending my back and walking around the room, before collecting the laptop and leaving my room, time to hunt down the Prez and show him what I had done.
I met Tank on the stairs, on his way up, he looked like he had been doing a lot of dirty work; he needed a shower.
“Hey, I was coming to get you, wanted to show the progress we had made. You looking for the Prez?” He asked, nodding to the laptop.
“Sure, have prelims done, need to check I’m on the right track.” He turned and continued back down the stairs.
The Prez was in his office, swamped with paperwork, running a gang that was harder than it looked; it was more than taking bike rides and having fights, looking tough. I know when we had a bad storm run through our town, they were out there helping the township. I know they own a lot of it, but they helped everyone by fixing, clearing debris, and supplying food collected from other towns or farmers.
He looked up, appearing relieved, either because it was us or because he got a break from the work on his desk.
“Got a moment?” Tank asked, gaining a nod.
I went around his desk, placed my laptop on some paperwork, and opened it. Carefully, I moved my finger over the pad and spun his bike in circles so he could see it from all angles.
“Any changes?” I asked, expecting many.
“Nope, I want that, it’s perfect. You can paint that?” He asked with a huge grin on his face.
“Yep, once we get the paint room sorted and the paints arrive.”
Tank POV
The materials Max talked about, I found in a pile at the back, covered in dust.
Getting a couple of the guys to help me, we picked a dark corner and erected it faster than we expected. It was a special material wall; we placed lighting inside and an exhaust fan to keep the air clean. I had never built something like this before, but the instructions were clear, and the result I am happy with. Let’s hope Max is, too.
She was on her way down the stairs, and to me it looked like an angel was descending. The guys are right, she does have me under her spell.
Together, we entered the Prez’s office after I knocked on his door; he had been sorting through some shipments that were arriving soon. Plus, a party before we go for the weekend ride, a club members’ only party, to announce the new VP. The vote was made, and the club boys are looking forward to who might be the next VP.
“Got a design already?” The Prez looked at the laptop as Max did something with the screen.
He looked impressed.
“Taking Max to see the paint room just finished, waiting for Bruiser to return with the paints for her, then she can start working on your bike,” I said as we walked towards her workshop, that’s what I have been calling it, as that shed was all for her use, the whole gang was bending over backwards to please her, and pander to her needs, we have never had a woman here like Max, and she was proving to be a novelty to us all.
“Wow, this room, it’s perfect, I need a bench here, and a bike lifter, power points here, and I am good to go. Thank you, Tank.” Max complimented me, her smile lighting up my hardened heart.
“Prez, I will need your bike for a week, so after the run, will you be okay?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.