“Bullshit,” I say calmly, but voice hard. “I watched you put your hands on her even after she clearly told you to stop.” Just that thought has me wanting to beat the shit out of him, but that would make me look too obvious. Right now, I just look like a guy saving a woman from an uncomfortable situation. I don’t wanna call attention to myself.
“You what?”
I finally look away from the guy I’m holding to see Blane standing next to us. He looks the guy in the eyes, and I can see them start to cloud over. “I’ve told you before, Dillon. She is off-limits to you,” he spits out.
Dillon tries to shove me away, but I don’t budge. So the guy has a thing for her? That was obvious, but Blane just confirmed my suspicion. He’s tried to get with her. Or, the other thought that makes me want to kick him in the balls, they have a past.
I feel a growl come from his chest as he narrows his eyes on Blane. “In case you’ve missed it, Blane, she’s an adult and can do whatever she wants,” he snaps.
“She doesn’t want you,” I remind him.
He looks back at me. “Just who the hell are you?” he demands. “Her boyfriend?” he snaps.
I snort. ‘Cause I wouldn’t be any better for her than he would. Just for different reasons. “I’m her boss,” I say simply. “And you are now banned from my club.” With that, I toss him over to Miller, who stands at the entrance of the room. He hauls him out just as Blane turns to Taylor and lets out a few curses.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CASE
I sit behind my desk up in my office as I watch Blane and Taylor argue back and forth. I knew Blane wouldn’t like her working here at the club, but it’s for her benefit. I can’t tell her that, and he wouldn’t understand it.
“May I say something?” I ask, standing from my chair. They both turn to face me; their argument paused at the moment.
“How come you didn’t come to me about this first?” Blane demands. “You know I would have told you that I didn’t want her working at this club,” he shouts at me, ignoring my question.
“Excuse me?” Taylor snaps as she pulls on his shirt making him turn to face her. “Don’t get mad at Case. All he has done is help me out today. Where the hell have you been?”
He looks over at me, ignoring her question. I know exactly where he’s been.Working for me. “What have you been helping her with?” he asks narrowing his eyes at me. Of course, he’s mad at me. I spent time with him tonight and made him smoke weed, yet I never mentioned spending the day with his sister. I can see where he could be mad.
Taylor huffs. “I tried calling you times this morning. My car broke down on the way to work, and it went straight to voicemail.”
His eyes soften, and he takes a deep, calming breath. “I’m sorry, sis.” He reaches out and rubs her arm.
She pulls away, obviously still mad at him. “Savannah didn’t answer her phone either, so I called Case. He came and picked me up.”
His head spins to look at me. “You what?”
I almost roll my eyes, but she continues to yell at him, so I give him a smug smile instead. “Then once I arrived at work, Mr. Binsen fired me for being late.”
“He can’t do that. Can he?” he asks her.
“He did.” She turns her body to face me. The smile she gives me pulls at my gut.I’m not the good guy here.It’s a soft smile, and two dimples appear on her cheeks. My dick hardens wondering what it would feel like for her to look up at me like that from her knees as if I was her savior. “Then Case offered me a job. And I accepted it.” Her voice is full of appreciation, and I actually feel sorry for her. She thinks she owes me. And in all honesty, I wanna make her pay up. I’m not that good of a man to let an opportunity like that go.You have to, Case!
“Give us a minute,” Blane tells her, but he doesn’t bother looking away from me.
“Blane …”
“I said give us a minute,” he snaps.
She pulls her shoulders back pushing out her chest in defiance. I hide my smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Case.”
Yes, you will. “Looking forward to it.”
She slams the door shut behind her just as Blane turns to me. “This is not part of our deal,” he growls.
I plop down in my chair and shrug. “The deal has changed,” I say simply. “Or did you forget that?”
He bangs his fists on my desk. “Dammit, Case! She’s not like me. You should not punish her for my fuck-ups.”
