Undone by Her Two Masters(8)
Kingston wasn’t in his office on the first floor so they kept marching up the stairs for another couple of flights until they reached the top floor and Bronx could knock on his apartment door.
As soon as Kingston opened the door, Bronx said, “Shit, Kingston, I’ve just walked up five flights of stairs. Five! I’ll give you the name and number of the elevator company as soon as I get my breath back.”
“We’re wolves. We don’t need—”
“Oh yes we do.” Raleigh’s voice overrode Kingston’s standard refusal to listen.
Bronx walked into the apartment. He wasn’t out of breath but he wasn’t carrying a suitcase either this time. When he’d arrived the luggage he’d been carrying was heavier than lead because his suitcase was loaded with stuff he’d been asked to bring back for the pack. This building needed an elevator and Kingston knew it.
“Nevis has agreed to come with us to Pine Corner, so tomorrow I’ll head on down there and hopefully sign the contract on the warehouse. I’ll measure the property so I can start organizing a security fence, and then I’ll take Nevis and York there so we can make lists of what we need. Company stationery, household equipment, and all that sort of thing. But what about a truck?”
Bronx stared at Kingston. The big rigs were damn expensive. Too expensive to be sitting idle. But if they only started with a smallish truck it was possible they wouldn’t get any big jobs as potential clients wouldn’t think they could get them done in time.
“I’ve already thought of that. I’ll put you in contact with the head of the Flinders Branch. They’ve just taken delivery of a brand new B-Train. You can start with one of their older trucks. Take Chandler, our mechanic, with you. He can give the older truck a thorough check and teach you anything you need to know while you’re driving it back. You can park it in the warehouse until the security fence is up and you’re satisfied with the safety of the building. But maybe you should keep it in the warehouse overnight anyway just for safety’s sake.”
“I like the idea of having it out where people can see it though. Maybe wash it or something out in the yard during the day, or at least seem to be working on it so everyone gets a good eyeful of it,” said York.
“That sounds sensible. Now sit down and we’ll go through your plans for the new branch,” ordered Master Kingston.
Bronx and York sat at the table with Kingston, and Raleigh disappeared into another room. For a moment, Bronx had a flash of guilt at interrupting their family time with Andorra, who he hadn’t even seen tonight, but this was business and he wanted to get started on it tomorrow. The sooner he signed the contract on the property, the sooner he could begin making his new branch a success story. And the sooner he and York could fuck Nevis. He didn’t even know her yet but he knew he wanted her. She was beautiful, ripe and lush like a real woman should be, and so responsive. Reluctantly Bronx dragged his mind back to his project. First he had to get his new branch underway, and only then could he fuck his new woman. But for the first time in his life he found it hard to concentrate. His mind kept wandering to thoughts of her round ass, and her voluptuous breasts wrapped around his aching dick.
* * * *
York wasn’t much interested in breakfast as a meal in general. If he had leftovers from the previous day he zapped them in the microwave and called them breakfast. If he didn’t, a couple of slices of toast was all he needed until he could pick up some lunch. He’d invited Nevis and Bronx for breakfast because they needed to organize their day. Besides, the more he saw of her, the more desperately he wanted her. And breakfast was an excuse to be with her again. But now that he’d done it, he supposed he ought to throw some food together. Food a woman would enjoy. The slice of cold pizza sitting in his refrigerator likely wouldn’t do.
There was only one possible solution. He phoned Savannah, who was an awesome chef. “Hey Savannah. I made the mistake of inviting a couple of people to my apartment for breakfast and I have no idea what to feed them. Can you make breakfast for three in my apartment tomorrow for seven o’clock, please?”
“I suppose you don’t have eggs and bacon and rocket in your refrigerator either?”
“Eggs and bacon and what? Um, no.”
“This is going to cost you, my friend.”
She would do it! He was saved! “No problem, Savannah. You’re awesome.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll be there at six. Make sure you’re awake to let me in.”
York set his alarm to be absolutely certain he was awake in time, and then spent the rest of the evening tidying his small apartment. It wasn’t dirty. He hated actual grunge. But it was definitely untidy. He lived alone and saw no need to put things away in drawers and closets if he was just going to have to get them out again in a day or two. But by the time he went to bed, the place was neat and he’d even vacuumed the floors.