To my surprise, they both throw me a frustrated look. “What did you say your name was?” she asks because she was too busy devouring him with her eyes rather than listening to what he had to say.
“Blane. Blane Williams,” he says with a warm smile, and I roll my eyes.
Rachel actually looks taken aback for a brief second before she hides her features. “How do you know Taylor again?” Was she truly not listening to a thing he said?
“I’m her brother,” he repeats. “I’m also a friend of Case’s.”
She looks back and forth between Blane and me with a look of confusion. She also looks a bit terrified. I arch a brow in question to why she’s acting like such an idiot. I’ve never seen her act like this before, and let me just say, it’s not a good look for her. I smile at that.
“It was nice to meet you, Blane.” And with that, she walks past us and to the end of the hallway where our locker room is.
“That was weird,” Blane says looking down the hall to the door she just entered
I sigh. “Yeah. Where’s Savannah? You know, your girlfriend,” I ask looking around myself.
“She is at home in bed. I just wanted to come and check on you.”
“I’m fine. And you could have texted me,” I say defensively.
“I have several times, but I got worried when you didn’t respond,” he says with worry in his voice.
“I’m at work. My phone is in my locker. Go home, Blane. Go home to Savannah. I’m fine.”
“What is wrong with you? You are being very snappy. If you don’t like working here, then you should quit.”
I run a hand through my hair. “I love working here. And I’m snappy because I just saw you flirting with someone who is not your girlfriend.” And said someone just so happened to be someone that I don’t like.
“I did nothing wrong,” he says defensively. “I was just being nice to a woman who was being nice to me,” he huffs. “You should try it.”
“Try what?” I demand.
“Being nice.”
“Good-bye, Blane!” I growl as I turn giving him my back and make my way back to the locker room myself. As soon as I walk in, Rachel pulls her cell phone away from her ear and hangs it up. I ignore her as she stares at me and walk to my locker. I unlock it and pull my phone out. I quickly skim over the four texts my brother sent me and roll my eyes at how concerned they sounded.
“I understand why you’re mad,” Rachel says from behind me.
“Oh, yeah? Why is that?” I ask barely paying attention to her.
“Well, Case is a great fuck! But once he’s done with you, he’s done. He doesn’t go back,” she says matter-of-factly.
I set my phone down on top of my purse and very slowly turn to face her. Her usual bitch smile is plastered on her face. “Excuse me?” I must have heard her wrong.
“He’s done with you.” She gives me a fake frown. “And I know it must suck knowing that he doesn’t feel the same way about you like you did him. You were just a fuck to him.”
“How do you …?”
“You didn’t think you were the only one he’s slept with up here at the club, have you?”
Has he slept with her? What about his rules? She laughs. “Oh, you did. That’s sweet. Honey …” she says with pity. “He can have his pick of any woman here every night. Why would he pick you?” She looks me up and down with that same pity look. “I’m not saying he won’t fuck you more than once. But when he’s done, he’s done.”
I fist my hands by my side. “I don’t think …” I sigh, what do I say? “How do you know when he’s done?” I place my hand on my hips. “Were you one of those girls he quit fucking?” I hate to even ask the question, but I wanna rub in the fact he dumped her.
“Not quite.” She pushes off the wall and takes a step toward me. “See, it has been a few weeks since he’s fucked me, but he’ll come back to me. He always does.” She runs her hands over her large breasts and down her stomach. “Him and Brecken.” She licks her lips, and my eyes widen. “Did he share you with Brecken?” she asks, and I don’t move or make a sound. I can’t. I’m in shock and pissed. “He likes to share his women. He likes to watch another man fuck them.” She smiles. “Believe me. You’ve never been properly fucked until you’ve had them both at the same time.” She looks me up and down with a scowl on her face. “But I guess that isn’t going to happen to you. I can see why he didn’t stay with you for long. You’re not what he needs, and you’re sure as hell not what he wants.” And with that, she turns and walks out of the locker room.
“Fuck!” I yell out as I slam my locker door shut!
CASE
