“You need to get ready and get up to Seven Deadly Sins,” he informs me.
I allow my head to fall forward and let out a heavy sigh. No doubt this was Case’s doing. He’s trying to screw with me. “Pass. I don’t want any part of your drug deals,” I half growl.
He chuckles, and I frown. How was that funny? “I promise this has nothing to do with drugs. Just fun. Drugs don’t control my life,” he adds seriously.
“That’s nice,” I reply dryly, not believing him, but then add, “I’m staying here.” I’ve had enough humiliation today.
He sighs heavily. “Case reserved us our own private room. And I have other friends coming. Dillon and Lance will be here in a matter of minutes. So finish getting ready.”
“How could you invite Dillon?” I demand. “You know he gives me the creeps.”
“He swears it was a misunderstanding.”
“How is kissing me a misunderstanding?”
I hear a door open and close on his side of the line and then he speaks. “He’s been my friend for years, Taylor,” he says softly. “He knows not to touch you. Can’t you for once relax and have some fun?” he snaps.
Whoa. What’s up with the mood change so quickly? What is wrong with him tonight? I wonder if Case told him the truth once they left the house. That I have the hots for his drug dealer. I should be ashamed, but that’s what makes him hot, right? The fact he’s what Savannah calls abad boy.
Savannah chooses this time to walk into my bedroom wearing a black mini dress and red high heels. “Get dressed. I’m not gonna be the only girl with all the guys tonight.”
I guess my brother had called her before he called me. “We’ll be right there,” I inform him then I hang up. If Case wants to play a game, then a game we shall play.
Thankfully, Dillon and Lance were meeting us at the club, which was a silver lining of my day considering how bad it has been so far.
I quickly finish getting ready and then Savannah drives us over to Seven Deadly Sins. As soon as we walk into the club, she goes in search of the private room Case reserved for us. I find myself going straight to the bar. I have just ordered a Peach Bellini when a hand lands on my shoulder.
I jump as I turn my head to look over my shoulder. Case is standing behind me looking down at me. “Have you thought about my offer?” he asks with a smirk on his face. My first thought is I hate that he’s seen me naked. I hate how he can act as if it didn’t affect him like it did me.
“It’s not gonna happen,” I reply flatly. Don’t let him see that it bothers you. He’s like a bully. If he knows it bothers you, then he will continue to use it against you.
“I beg you to reconsider.” This time, when he speaks, his mouth is right by my ear, and my body breaks out in goosebumps.
I spin around and place a finger on his hard chest. I feel his muscles flex underneath it, and I bite the inside of my lip. “Let’s talk about what this is really about, shall we?”
He arches his right eyebrow, the one that has the scar above it, and I find myself fascinated by it. I wonder how he got it. It adds to his mystery and makes him seem much more interesting. He then crosses his arms over his chest. I can’t help but look at his dark blue tattoos that cover his forearms. The skull looks even brighter against the sleeves of his rolled up button-up white shirt. It’s hot, and he looks mouthwatering good. The muscles pull against the fabric as if it’s screaming to the point it will explode under the tension.I know how it feels.“Okay.” His smirk grows to a full-on grin as he catches me staring. “What do we need to discuss?”
“The fact you saw me naked,” I say loud enough so he can hear me over the screaming music.
The older man standing beside me at the bar turns to look at us with wide eyes but allows himself to look me up and down before returning his attention back to the bar. Of course, I would say that loud enough for someone to hear in here.
“I did,” he says as his blue eyes darken. “And you’re not fooling anyone.” He uncrosses his arms from his chest and reaches out to tug on my overly large shirt. I slap his hand away as I push my back into the bar. “Trying to hide that amazing body under those baggy clothes.”
Did he say amazing body? My face heats up. No, stay on topic. I only dressed this way half because of him. The other fifty percent was for Dillon’s benefit. I don’t want any man to approach me tonight. I only came to prove a point to my brother. I’ll show him that I’m not a stuck-up bitch and I know how to have fun. “If you think inviting us here tonight will get you somewhere with me, it won’t happen …” I pause when his dark brows raise to his forehead. What did you just say, Taylor? And why does he look so amused about it? Maybe I am overthinking this. So what if he saw me naked? I’m sure he has seen tons of women naked. He’ll forget it by tomorrow. “Why did you invite us out here tonight?” I decide to settle on.
Thankfully, he moves on from my previous train of thought. “To recruit you, of course.”
Uh …“What do you mean?” I ask stupidly.
He looks around the already busy club. “I need another waitress. And you need a job.” He shrugs.
“I can’t work for you,” I say shaking my head.
“Is that because you wanna sleep with me?”
My knees almost buckle at that question. Dammit. “Are you crazy?” I gasp. “Me sleep with you?” I laugh but only to cover up my uneasiness.Please kiss me!
He smiles. A beautiful smile that makes my already weak knees start to buckle.Don’t embarrass yourself more than you already have today, Taylor. Have some dignity.I look into his dark blue eyes as the club lights bounce off them, and I imagine what they would like look while he made love to me. Would they still look so dark? Would they lighten as my hands ran up and down his back, pulling him into me ...?
