He grunts. “You know what I mean, spit it out, did the interview go well?”
Oh, the interview. “Actually, no, it didn’t. The last one who just left told me she had to leave her current job because her co-workers found out about her OnlyFans account and wouldn’t leave her alone,” I sigh. “I felt a little sorry for her, to be honest, but I guess that’s what happens when you let creeps look at you naked online.”
He pulls a face like he smells something bad. “Erica will be here soon.”
“I can’t wait to hear how that giant baby inside her has grown even more,” I muse. “I mean, did you even stop to think about her poor uterus?”
“Didn’t plan on a baby so soon,” he mutters. “But don’t be sayin’ shit like that to scare her. She’s already cursin’ my name because her ankles are swellin’.”
I tut. “And she’s coming into work?”
“I can’t stop her,” he states, and I give him a deadpan look. “What? You know how stubborn she is. The woman is hormonal, imagine that ten times.”
“Imagine what?” Erica says, and Brew jumps. I don’t even cover my laugh. This man has it bad.
I never thought Brew would be one to toe the line, but Erica has him by the balls. In fact, most of the women have their men exactly where they want them, and it’s comical that they don’t see it.
“That he didn’t consider your internal organs with that giant baby inside you.” I fill in the blanks with a smile.
Erica’s eyebrows rise. “Giant baby? It’s not a giant baby, he or she is a little on the larger side, but not a giant.” Even as she says it, her face pales.
“Now look at what you did.” Brew shakes his head.
I’m about to protest when Erica pats his shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “She didn’t do anything, honey, it was all you.”
I chuckle to myself because they really are cute. Brew isn’t soft for anyone, but he’s certainly a marshmallow when it comes to Erica.
“Funny,” he mutters, moving to kiss her on the lips. “You didn’t have to come in.”
“I’m fine,” she says with a teasing tone. “Don’t worry, I’m sure me and yourgiantbaby will be fine.”
Brew kisses her on the forehead, then glares at me before taking off.
“He’s a little highly strung today,” I observe.
She laughs. “Is that why you enjoy teasing him so much?”
I shrug. “Not really. Brew is easy to wind up, though, so it’s basically a skill at this point.”
“How did the interviews go?”
“The first one was late, the second one had to leave her workplace because her colleagues were too busy watching her OnlyFans,” I sigh.
Erica wrinkles her nose. “Oh, dear.”
“Yep, and then she tried to ask me all kinds of questions about the MC and if she’d be allowed in the clubhouse.”
Erica purses her lips, which is exactly how I feel, but instead she says, “So, how are things withyou know who?”
My eyes blink rapidly as I lower my voice. “Wait, how do you know about that?”
She taps her nose. “I have my sources, and don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, honey. I won’t tell Dylan anything.”
Erica is the only one allowed to call Brew by his real name, which she doesn’t do all the time, only when she’s annoyed with him or making a point.
“I appreciate that,” I say with a coy smile. “Things are good. I have to break the news to them eventually, though, because we want things to be out in the open.”
She claps her hands together as she sits. “I’m so happy for you!” she whispers.