“Well,” he pauses for a second, “I need to go meet up with Case. I’ll be back in about two hours,” he says as he leans down and kisses Savannah. I would totally be creeped out about their exchange, but the fact that he said he is going to see Case repeats in my mind. Will Case tell him? Is he the type of guy to brag about who he sleeps with? Lord, I hope not.
“Why are you going to see Case?” I ask in a high pitch. I clear my throat as he pulls away from her to look at me strangely. I put a big smile on my face to try to throw him off.
“He called me around seven this morning and told me he had to speak with me.” I feel sick. That was right in the middle of our sex-a-thon. Speak to him about what? Me?
“And no, I’m still not on drugs or high,” he adds with a growl. “I can see your face is full of judgment.”
My face falls. Have I been so worked up with Case and the club that I forgot how Blane knows him in the first place? Seems so. “I wasn’t …”
“Save it,” he growls, and I shut my mouth. I’m not in the mood to argue with him right now. I just want to go to sleep. He gives me one last long look and then tells us bye with another kiss to Savannah before he walks out the door.
She spins around and gives me a big smile. “Spill the beans,” she says excitedly as she pushes her coffee across the table to me.
I sigh as my shoulders slump. “Oh, Savannah, I have fucked up. Majorly.”
“What happened?” she asks as the smile drops off her face.
I sit down on the tall barstool and drop my head in my hands. “I slept with Case.” I look up at her. “Three times,” I confess in a whisper.
The smile returns to her face, and she claps her hands. “I knew it.” She actually jumps up and down once and then pulls out the barstool across from me. “When I woke up this morning and you were gone, I just knew you were with him. It’s not like you not to come home. But three times?” She lets out a low whistle. “He must be better than I imagined.”
“That makes two of us,” I mumble. Sighing, I add, “But it won’t happen again.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s my boss, Savvy. I can’t sleep with my boss. And even if he wasn’t, he is friends with Blane.” This time I bang my head on the kitchen table. “Stupid,” I mumble to myself as I bang it again. “Then I said some things this morning. I pissed him off …”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You can sleep with whomever you want. Don’t let Blane dictate your life.”
I might have let Case fuck me last night, but I have officially fucked myself.
CASE
“She passed,” I say as I hang up the phone on my desk and look up at Brecken.
He’s silent for a few seconds. “Do you believe it?” he finally asks me.
I sigh as I lean back in my chair. “I can’t say yes or no. The results are back. And they prove Rachel is telling the truth.”
He starts to pace as he lets out a snort. “I know what I saw.”
“She did admit that they were there. She just said they belonged to a friend.”
He pauses long enough to throw me a hard look. “What do you expect me to do?” I ask when he goes back to pacing.
He runs a hand through his dark hair. “I don’t know,” he growls. “I just have a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling.” I watch him pace a few more times and then he looks back at me. “What about Taylor’s drug test? Did it come in yet?”
“I didn’t have her tested.”
He stops pacing, and his dark eyes widen as they look at me. “You what?” he asks with a growl. “Why didn’t you have her tested?” he demands.
I sigh heavily. “Because she has never been a part of this world. She doesn’t do drugs. It was pointless to test her.”
“What the fuck, dude?” he barks, and I don’t say anything. “I saw her car in the parking lot when I left last night.” I grind my jaw. “And I know for a fact the club was closed. No one else was in the building.” He pauses, and I want to look away from him, but I don’t. “Unless she was up in your apartment.” He lifts a dark brow in question.
I sigh. Well, fuck, he knows something happened. I can’t lie to Brecken. “She slept over last night.”
Nothing about his features change, but I know his mind is screaming at me. “Fuck, Case.” He finally speaks. “Do you understand what you have done …?”
