Blue Streak: A Blue Series Novella (10 page)

Nessa

Z
ach has run
home to take a shower after work, and it gives me just enough time to meet with Mira. While I requested to get off early for the night, Mira and a few other executives are working late because of a party the casino is hosting for a pro basketball team. Mira suggested I go upstairs to meet the lady in charge of the internship, since she’s working late as well.

Mira is trying to sell me on the unpaid position, which is really unnecessary. I would work for free if it gave me a foot in the door in the management department of Blue Casino. Mira makes bank in the executive offices, and she loves her job. I’d take an unpaid internship in a heartbeat, just as long as I could fit in my waitressing hours; a girl’s gotta put food on the table.

I change out of my uniform and into a sleeveless, stretchy beige dress that hits mid-thigh and complements my dark hair. I pair it with nude platforms and a lightweight denim jacket. The shoes are more platform than heel. Pinky toe is feeling better and the swelling is gone, but I’m not ready to brave stilettos just yet.

I wonder what Zach would think if he knew I’d fallen on my ass in an effort to escape his room the morning after. That was one hell of a walk of shame. Then again, the way he’d put me in the friend zone all these months, I was convinced he’d wake and think it a mistake.

I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.

Hmm, maybe if I tell Zach the story, he’ll give my pinky toe a kiss and make it feel all better? Or kisses in other places?

Okay, time to get my mind off the boy I’m dating—
dating!
—for at least the next thirty minutes while I meet with Mira and the manager.

Mira’s at her desk when I enter her office, her heels kicked off and tucked to the side as she pounds away on her keyboard.

“Knock, knock,” I say.

Her face brightens and she shoves her keyboard under the desk. “Yay, you made it just in time. Deborah’s about to leave.”

“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t need special treatment. I’m happy to apply like everyone else.”

“Well, yeah. You’ll have to apply. This is just a little early intro.” Mira stands and slips on her shoes, straightening her skirt. “Deborah’s going to love you.”

“And you want to give me a leg up on the competition.”

“Totally.
” She hugs me with a Machiavellian grin.

“You’re bad, Mira.”

“No, just assertive. And aggressive. Those are good traits, right? Anyway, Deborah is a marketing guru and super forward thinking. She’s going to be so excited about the social marketing you did in college. Plus, very few people who apply for internships have worked on the floor. You’re already ahead of the game.”

We walk down the hall, and Mira introduces me to Deborah, talking up my experience in e-marketing. Just like Mira said, Deborah seems interested in the internships I completed in college. The casino is moving away from direct mailings and into Internet marketing, so it seems like a good fit.

By the time Mira and I leave Deborah’s office, I’m even more optimistic about the internship. I’d planned for a position like this when I graduated from college—paid, of course. Minor detail. Working at Blue on their marketing team would be the perfect opportunity to gain experience with a national employer.

“Well, that went well,” Mira says, her eyes bright with excitement. “I would be surprised if you didn’t get the job. You have the experience they’re looking for and you work here, so they know you’re reliable.”

“I don’t want to get my hopes up.” Which seems like something I’ve been telling myself a lot lately. Considering how well things have worked out with Zach, maybe I should be more confident.

Mira wraps her arm around my shoulder and squeezes so hard my neck cracks. “Gah!”

“Sorry, I’m just so excited. We need more girl power around here. This place is overrun with domineering men.”

Blue’s management team doesn’t have the best reputation, but most people think it’s gotten better since they fired the guy who caused all the trouble last year.

She glances down the hallway. “How much time do you have? Can you spare a few minutes to check out one more thing? I want to show you the coolest place in the casino.” Her nose scrunches. “Not sure I’m supposed to bring people in there—”

“Oh my God. Don’t do something that’s going to get you in trouble.”

She waves me off. “Nah, you have to see the security room. It’s right here, and the guys in there love me.”

I roll my eyes and smile. “Of course they do. I can check it out, but just for a sec. I’m meeting up with Zach soon.”

Mira pushes open a heavy double door and we step inside. The air crackles in this room, the walls and desk surfaces filled with electronic equipment. It even smells like computers—heated plastic and new carpet.

“Wow.” I look around. “This
is
cool.”

Several men and one woman sit in front of dozens of tiny monitors tracking every aspect of the casino floors.

“Come on,” Mira says. “We’ll make a quick sweep.”

She walks me around the room, and I peer at the gaming floor and parts of the casino I’ve never seen from this stealthy new vantage point. My gaze stops on one of the small monitors, and I look more closely.

Mira backtracks and looks at what has my attention in a death grip. “Is that…?”

“Zach,” I say, prickles of unease running up my spine.

What’s he doing on one of the hotel floors? Zach said he was running home after work. He’s picking me up at Blue, but we’re supposed to meet in the casino bar.

I don’t want to keep watching, but it’s like a train wreck about to happen. I can’t look away.

Zach knocks on a door, and a woman answers. The same blonde he said he wasn’t seeing anymore. The woman grins and throws her arms around his neck, kissing him on the mouth in a not at all friendly way.

My breath hitches, my stomach roiling.

Zach pushes the woman inside the room, and the door slams shut behind them.

Mira shakes her head. “Zach. So typical.” She studies my face. “Hey, you okay?”

I swallow, but nothing comes out. No sound, no air.

“Nessa.”

“Can we leave?” I choke.

We walk into the hallway, and Mira stops me with a light hand on my shoulder. “What’s wrong, Ness?”

“I don’t feel well.”

She scans my face. “Give me a minute. I’m about to take off too. I can give you a ride. The security room is always so hot with all the monitors, and computers, and… Are you sure you’re not going to pass out?”

“No. I’m—”

Not fine. Sick at the heart.

I grab Mira and press my face to her shoulder, holding back the tears, but it’s no use. They come out anyway.

“Nessa? Oh my gosh. Come on.” She drags me to her office. I wait while she shuts down her computer and collects her things.

Mira doesn’t ask me what’s wrong, but she looks at me every few seconds as she drives me home, as though she thinks I’m going to die or something. I can’t blame her. I feel like I’m dying.

I didn’t bring my car to work. Teresa drove me in, since I was planning on going out with Zach…

Tears run down my cheeks, my chin. I’m not a badass who can keep it all in. My face and body have always betrayed my emotions. To make matters worse, I’m a sloppy crier, my face hot and likely blotchy.

I wipe the tears with the sleeve of my denim jacket. Why would Zach do this? I don’t understand. He dated around, sure, but he’s never been a jerk. He doesn’t lie to people. Not to me, or any other woman that I know of. From what he and his friends have said, he’s always been direct about his intentions and inability to commit. When he told me he wanted more, and asked me out tonight, I thought… I
believed
him. Believed I meant more to him.

But he lied when he said things were over between him and that woman.

Mira pulls up to the cabin she and Tyler share. Tyler’s at his computer when we walk in, but he stops what he’s doing and stands to give Mira a sweet kiss. He looks over at me, and his eyebrows pull together. He whispers something to Mira, and she shakes her head. The next thing I know, Tyler’s climbing the ladder to their loft and Mira is shoving sweatpants and a sweatshirt at me.

“Put these on,” she says.

I stare at the clothes in my hands. “I should go home.”

“Nope. You’re staying with me. We’re having a girls’ night.”

Sometimes it’s easier to do what Mira says than to argue, and right now I don’t have the strength. I put on the clothes.

Mira changes as well, and brings out a bag of chips and some sodas. “This is the only trashy food in the house at the moment.” She tugs on my sleeve until I sit beside her on the couch. “Now tell me—what’s up, Nessa? And don’t say it’s nothing. Something is definitely wrong. Was it the surveillance room?
Zach?
You seemed to change the moment we saw him enter that woman’s suite. That didn’t bother you, did it? Have you guys…”

“No.” I thought we were more, but I was stupid to think it.

Nothing has changed between Zach and me. And there’s no reason to mention how foolish I was to think otherwise. I already feel like an ass.

My phone buzzes in my purse, vibrating the couch. I reach over and pull it out of my bag. It’s a missed call from Zach.

The phone vibrates again, but this time it’s an incoming call. He’s calling me back.

I stand and walk toward the back door, stepping outside. “Hello?”

“Ness, where are you? I thought you’d be off by now. You still with Mira?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well, how much more time do you think you need? Should I go ahead and order you a drink?”

“Where were you tonight, Zach?”

“What do you mean? I was working.”

“After work. Where did you go?” I sound like a nagging wife, pushing him for answers, but I need to hear him say it.

“I went home to change. Nessa, what’s up? You sound upset.”

“What did you do once you returned to the casino?”

Silence—then, “I waited around for you.”

“You didn’t visit anyone?”

“What are you getting at, Nessa?” His tone is deep and serious.

“I saw you with her. The woman you said you weren’t seeing anymore.”

He sighs. “How did you—never mind. It’s not what you think.”

“We can’t be friends anymore, Zach.”

“
What?
Nessa, this is crazy. Give me a chance to explain.”

“Did you kiss her tonight?”

“Fuck, that’s not how it happened.”

“Did you or did you not put your mouth to hers and shove her in the room?”

“I—yes, but it wasn’t like that.”

“Goodbye, Zach.” I end the call and turn my phone off so I won’t be tempted to answer it again.

I don’t understand why he’s been stringing me along and acting like he wanted something serious. Had I given him the idea I’d be okay with him dating other woman while we saw each other? All’s fair during a hookup, but I made sure he wasn’t seeing anyone before I agreed to go out with him.

Why did I think things would be different between us? Zach never has girlfriends. I should have known something like this would happen. But I’d waited for him for so long. I wanted the chance to prove we had something special.

How wrong could I be?

I breathe in the cool evening air. Mira and Tyler’s backyard has no landscaping, just a square slab for a patio. The rest is native trees, dirt, and pine needles.

I’ve always liked their backyard. It’s pure. True. Unlike the boy I love.

I’m finished pining for Zach. He’s not capable of anything more than cheap encounters. Though what we shared didn’t feel cheap. It felt real.

I tuck my knees beneath my chin and cover my head with my arms, tears spilling down my face. My head and heart have never been more conflicted.

Zach

I
knew my
relationship with Alexis would bite me in the ass one day. I couldn’t be involved in something so wrong without the universe paying me back. Now that it’s hurt my chances with the only girl I’ve ever loved—and I
am
in love with Nessa, as much as I’ve fought it—I wish my dumb fifteen-year-old ass had said no to Alexis when she first started coming on to me. I pushed her off for almost a year, but ultimately, I caved. Big mistake.

I storm out of the casino. It’s my fault. I should never have responded to that note Alexis had someone deliver. The only reason I went to her room was because of my dad’s comments earlier. I wanted to know what happened the night my mother was irrevocably changed.

Alexis had lied to me. Well, not lied. Omitted. She has never once told me she was there the night my mother fell.

I knocked on the door to her suite, intent on getting answers, but before I knew it, her arms were around me, her mouth plastered to mine.

In the middle of the damn hallway.

I shoved her inside the room. “What are you doing?”

“You came,” she said. “I knew you couldn’t stay away for long.”

Running a hand through my hair, I sighed in frustration. “I thought I made it clear, Alexis. I’m not interested in a relationship with you anymore.”

“Oh, really? Then why did you come? Stop fighting this, Zach. We’ll always be in each other’s lives. You’ll always be my lover.”

How had I never noticed her stalker tendencies? The woman was losing it.

I should have left right then, but I’d come this far. “What happened the night my mom fell? What were you two arguing about?”

Alexis’s eyes darted to the side. “What are you talking about?”

“My dad said you and Mom were in some kind of fight, and that’s why she drank so much. Did you have something to do with her accident?” I moved toward her. “And don’t even think about lying. I’ll know if you are.”

Alexis might be a miserable person, but she isn’t a good liar. Her fingers are her tell. She’d twist a loose string, the hem of her top—whatever was at hand. It’s why she never played poker. She couldn’t bluff.

Her eyes widened. “No. I swear. I had nothing to do with her fall.”

“Then why was my mom upset that night?”