Oh, now I remember. They have had this vacation planned for a couple of months now. “Okay. You guys have fun and be safe.” I sit up and hug her. “Tell Blane I love him but not to wake me before you guys leave in the morning. I need my sleep,” I say with a laugh.
She chuckles. “Absolutely.”
***
I open my eyes to the sunlight, and I throw the covers up and over my head to make it darker. I need to paint my walls black and buy black curtains now that I’m working nights.
I let out a sigh as I stretch. My muscles are tight and my pussy still hurts, but I smile. I almost forgot what it felt like to have good sex. Although I have to admit, I’ve never slept with a man as good as Case.
I get up out of bed and sway on my feet as I make my way across the hall to take a hot shower. I pause for a second as I look at myself in the mirror. It still shocks me every time I see the blue in my hair. But I like it.
As I turn the shower off, I hear my cell ringing in my bedroom. I run into my bedroom, dripping wet, and answer it. I place it on speakerphone so I don’t get it wet.
“Hello?”
“Taylor.”
I smile when I hear Case on the other end. “Yes. What’s up, Case?” Then the smile drops off my face. “How did you get this number?” I had called him #67, and we haven’t had the time to exchange numbers in the last couple of days.
He chuckles. “I’ve had it the entire time, Taylor.”
I huff. “You what? How did you get it?” I try to act offended, but I don’t really care that he had it.
“I have my ways,” is all he says, and I just know that hiswayis my brother.
“Obviously.” I roll my eyes but smile. “What do you want?” I’m off tonight.
He clears his throat. “Brecken and I are going out tonight. I thought I would see if you wanna come out with us.”
My mouth forms an O but nothing comes out. He wants me to come out with him and Brecken? In public? Just the three of us? I’m not even sure that Brecken likes me.
“Taylor?”
I snap out of my thoughts and speak before I can even think about it. “I would love to.” I slap my hand over my mouth. You could have said that sounds fun or sure. Not I’d love to. I roll my eyes at myself.
“Okay. I’ll be there to pick you up around seven.”
“Seven?” I ask confused. “Why are we going that early?” I ask remembering what Savannah had said about showing up just a few hours before closing time.
“Well, I figured we could have dinner before.”
“Like a date?” I ask stupidly. Geez, just hang up now and save your dignity, Taylor.
He just chuckles. “Yes, a date. Unless that makes you change your mind about going?” He sounds disappointed at that thought.
“No,” I say quickly. “Not at all.” Shit, I’m so stupid. “I’ll be ready to go by seven.” And then I hang up without waiting to hear if he has anything else to say. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough.
I’ve just finished putting on my lipstick for the evening when I hear the doorbell ring. “Coming,” I say loudly as I look at myself one more time in my floor-length mirror. I hate that Savannah isn’t here to do my hair and makeup, but I have to say it doesn’t look that bad. Although I did redo both of them twice.
I also raided Savannah’s closet for something to wear. I picked out a simple black dress that comes up to my neck in the front and has a low dip in the back. I tried on every bra I had and ended up having to pass because it comes too far down in the back and the straps showed.
I smooth my hands down it thinking it would be the perfect size if it was just two inches longer. But it was too pretty to pass up so no bending over for me tonight. I sit down on the end of my bed and slide on the dark blue high heels Savannah had in her closet as well. I tried on a red pair, but it clashed with my hair. Who knew that could be an issue? So thankfully, she had a pretty blue pair.
What was I gonna do?I wonder as I look around my room.
The doorbell rings again, and I jump up.Answer the door. That was it.
I almost bust my ass as I make my way to the door, so I stop and take a calming breath. Why are you so nervous? He’s seen you naked. We’ve had sex, for Christ’s sake. Why is a date so nerve wracking? Is it because it’s more formal? ‘Cause other women will see me out in public with him?
