“Rachel is up in your office,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Okay,” I say slowly. “Are you two fighting?” It wouldn’t surprise me. The man is in love with her even though he doesn’t mind sharing her with me. It actually turns him on when we take her at the same time. It drives him nuts when she fucks around with other men though. She tends to pick ones who are married or have girlfriends because she likes the drama. We, on the other hand, don’t have time to put up with it.
“Something like that.” I watch him pass me by and take the stairs two at a time. I turn and follow him. I had called Rachel earlier this afternoon on my way over to pick up Taylor and told her to come in early before her shift tonight because we needed to talk. I guess we’re all going to have a meeting.
Brecken opens my office door and walks in; I follow behind him. I don’t miss thefuck youlook Rachel throws him as she sits on the couch before looking to me. “Hey, babe.” She smiles. “What did you need?” she asks with excitement.
“Don’t try and pull that bullshit on Case either. He’s not going to believe it,” Brecken snaps.
She stands from the couch quickly as her eyes narrow on him. “Don’t you dare judge me,” she yells. Then she looks at me. “All you two do is lie,” she shouts.
“Whoa,” I say lifting my hands. “Calm down. What is going on?” I demand. Rachel has always been one to overreact. But Brecken? The fact he’s this pissed at her has me worried.
He turns to me as he points over at her. “I went over to her place last night and found drugs on her kitchen table.”
My eyes slam to her, and she cowers back from Brecken. “What is he talking about, Rachel?” I demand. She’s not allowed to do drugs. No employee of mine is allowed to do drugs. Drugs may be done in this club, but employees doing drugs can cause trouble. First, they take a hit here and there, and then they’re bringing in God knows who to get a hit while they’re on shift. “That is unacceptable.”
Tears start to well up in her big brown eyes. “It wasn’t mine,” she cries out.
“You’re lying,” Brecken yells. “What in the hell were you thinking?” he demands getting in her face.
“Please, baby.” She reaches up and grabs his shirt. “Please believe me. A friend came over and she left them there.”
He just stands there as he stares down at her, his hands down by his side clenched in fists. I can see it all over his face. He doesn’t want to believe her, but he will because he believes everything she says. She has him so wrapped up. It’s pretty pathetic.
I sigh as I run a hand over the top of my hair. “We can settle this tomorrow.” They both look over at me. “Rachel, tomorrow you are doing a drug test. It’s been a while anyway.”
She nods quickly. “And then you’ll see.”
He reaches up and pries her fists from his shirt. He turns around and falls into the chair in front of my desk. “We need to talk about last night, Rachel,” I say.
She wipes the tears from her face and then looks at me. “What about it?”
“You have been causing problems in this club. More than usual,” I add tightly.
“It’s not my fault,” she whines.
“It never is,” Brecken adds.
“Case …” She walks over to my desk. “That guy grabbed my ass. I can’t help that his wife didn’t like it. What was I supposed to do?”
“Maybe not put your ass in his face?” I offer with a raised eyebrow. Rachel has to have all the attention. She can’t live without it.
“Come on, Rachel. Be smart. He was married and here with his wife. He just looked at you as a fuck toy, for fuck’s sake.”
She spins around giving me her back so she can face Brecken. “That’s all I ever am. Just a fuck!”
He snorts. “Maybe if you didn’t act like such a whore, then men would treat you differently.”
She slaps him across the face so hard the noise echoes in my office. I sigh. Typical Rachel. Brecken just sits there in his chair as he looks up at her, his face red from her hand and jaw tight. He’s probably turned on by it. He is just as fucked up as the rest of us. We love pain. Without it, we would feel nothing. “You two don’t seem to have a problem with me being your little whore,” she spits out.
“Neither one of us are married or have a girlfriend,” he growls.
I don’t feel sorry for her. She knows she needs help. Brecken and I have offered to pay for therapy—even medication, if that’s what she needs. But she always refuses. This is her high. This is what she likes. To be treated and talked down to like she’s nothing. She uses sex as a weapon.
I stand from my desk crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re not working tonight,” I announce.
She spins back around to face me. “Why the hell not?” she snaps.
