Rox leans forward; placing his elbows on his knees, he narrows his black eyes at Case. “Are you saying that my product isn’t up to your standards?” His accent has thickened, and I take another big gulp.
I close my eyes as the vodka just sits in my mouth. I have the urge to vomit, to just spit it out. It feels like the drink is expanding as I hold it in my mouth. I try not to concentrate on the taste and am able to swallow the big lump. I open my mouth and take a deep breath, which causes the burning sensation to intensify.
“I never said anything about it not being good enough. I’m telling you to give me a larger count.”
I take another big sip and everyone turns to look at me as my cup makes a slurping sound. Shit. I’m out!
“Baby, get …” Rox pauses. “I’m sorry, gorgeous. I didn’t catch your name.” I feel Case’s hand tighten on my thigh when he calls me gorgeous, and I remind myself not to flinch.
“That’s because I didn’t give it,” Case replies flatly.
Rox looks over at him, and to my surprise, he looks just as shocked as I feel. Is Case trying to get us killed here? Rox looks back at me, and his black eyes look down at my blue heels; he tilts his head to the side as his gaze slowly travels up my legs. His eyes seem to darken, if that’s even possible, as they reach my exposed thighs. I shift, placing my right thigh over my left, the motion causing me to trap Case’s hand between them. His fingers dig further into my leg as Rox’s eyes land on my chest. Even though my tits aren’t hanging out, you can still see how fucking big they are in this dress; plus, my nipples are hard and pointing right at him.
“Here you go, ma’am,” the woman says handing me another drink. Whoa. Where in the hell did she go? I didn’t even see her leave.
“Thank you,” I mumble and take it from her. I don’t waste a second as I place the straw to my lips and suck. It amazes me how easily this one goes down. And how the lights seem to darken in this already dim room.
Rox finally looks away from me and back at Case. “You don’t have to hide her.” Are they talking about me? “Every woman you bring to my club is off-limits. To everyone,” he adds, and I don’t miss the fact that his voice isn’t as hard as before.
Every woman? How many women has he brought here? The idea of that has me sucking down another gulp.
“Her name is irrelevant,” Case says his voice still hard.
I look up at the door when it opens again. Shit! How many damn people are in this place? A woman wearing a pair of black leather leggings and a tan shirt, falling off her right shoulder walks into the room. “Darling, you have a visitor …” She pauses as she sees Case.
“Case,” she says in surprise. “How are you doing? Nice to see you again this week.” See her again this week? Is that what Rox was talking about when he said twice in one week? Did Case come to see her? I grind my teeth in jealousy.
He has to pry his hand from between my somewhat sweaty thighs to stand from the couch. I watch him give her a hug and then kiss her cheek with pure jealousy. Case is a very attractive man. But women don’t fall all over him atSeven Deadly Sins. He’s too busy working and the girls who work at the club respect him. But this, this is hard to watch.
“I’m doing well. How about you?” he asks taking a step back from her, and I hate the way his eyes look her up and down. They linger on her hourglass-shape body just as Rox’s just did on mine, and I have a feeling he’s seen her naked. I take another drink.
“Things have been good, although I would prefer better.” Her chocolate brown eyes fall down to his crotch and when she looks back up at him, she gives him a little wink. I take another drink.
“Honey. What did you need?” Rox demands. “We are in the middle of a meeting,” he informs her, and I smile at her frown. Another drink.
“I just wanted to let you know you have a visitor.”
He lifts his hand and waves her off. “Tell them I’ll be out when I’m done.”
She throws Case one last smile and then walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. He comes over and sits back down beside me. This time when he goes to place his hand on my leg, I scoot over and take another drink. He doesn’t even bother to look over at me. He just picks back up where he had left off with Rox.
I look down at my drink and see there are only a few sips left. I pick up the straw, throw it to the floor, and knock it back, the ice clinking against the glass. As I set the now second empty glass on my thigh, the room starts to sway. I close my eyes as I take a deep breath, waiting for the waitress to bring me another one. My nervousness is officially gone and replaced with pure hatred, but I’m gonna drink until I feel absolutely nothing.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CASE
I pull into Taylor’s driveway, and she opens the passenger door to my Corvette and gets out before I can even place the car in park. She slams the door shut and then stomps her way toward the front door. Her blue heels make a loud clicking noise as she storms across her driveway.
I get out with a sigh and follow her. She hasn’t said one word to me in two hours. I want to say she’s mad at me, but I’m not sure what I did wrong exactly. So I’m hoping there is another explanation for the mood change.
“Are you mad at me?” I just come out and ask as I enter her house.
“If you have to ask, then you’re an idiot,” she throws over her shoulder.
I sigh. “What’s wrong?”
She comes to a stop and spins around to stare at me. “I’m drunk,” she declares while she bends down to kick off one of her blue high heels. I reach out and grab a hold of her before she falls over from the stumble.
