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I walk over to him, until I’m close enough to see that he’s hard. I shiver, wanting nothing more than to climb onto his lap and ride him.
“I did,” I say. “To be honest, I never even realized it was that transparent. I’ll never wear this in front of my father again.” Chase groans and covers his face with his hands. I laugh. “What?”
“Thank you for curing my erection,” he growls. I laugh again.
“Sorry. So, did you just want to see me in this shirt, or…?” I tease him.
“I’d prefer to see it off you, given the choice, but for your information, I have a perfectly valid reason for bringing you in here,” he murmurs. “We’re going away for the weekend. I have an important function that I need you to attend with me.”
“Really?” I say, trying to remain calm. I love the idea of spending a few days away with him. “What function is it?”
“Just…a function.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “That’s all I get?”
“You need more than that?” he says with a grin. “Come over here, and I’ll give you a lot more.”
“More information, thank you,” I say with a smirk. “Such as where we’re going and how we’re getting there. What I need to pack? Do I need something dressy? Or is it more corporate? You know, details,” I tease.
“Right, sorry,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
I study him closely. Is it just me, or is he acting weird?
“The function is black tie, so something dressy. We will be leaving late Friday afternoon. And it’s in Florida, so we’ll be flying over there. There will be separate rooms, of course, at the hotel.” He pauses and raises his eyebrows. “If you want separate rooms, that is.”
“Separate rooms would be great,” I say with a grin. If only to torture him. “So, what’s this function for?” I ask. I’m still confused, because it’s sounds like an odd way to seal a takeover.
“It's just to do with a merger I’ve been working on for a while,” he says. He reaches into his wallet again for his trusty credit card. “Can I leave you to pick up my suit? And get yourself something to wear that I’ll want to tear off you later, when we’re alone,” he adds, trying to pull me back into his embrace. I laugh and step back, giving him a stern look as I shake my head.
“Work at work and play at home. You know the rules,” I say, shaking my finger at him. “I’ll see you later, Mr. Winston,” I purr as I back out of the room.
“Tease,” he murmurs, his eyes flashing as stares at me.
#
I pick up his suit on my way home. My dress I’ll figure out tomorrow when shopping with Peyton. The first thing I do when I get home is pour myself a glass of wine. I walk over to the couch, slipping off my heels along the way and sit down. The second my ass hits the seat, my phone rings. I groan and glance back to the kitchen counter, where my bag sits with my phone inside it. I reluctantly get up and walk over there, fumbling through my things until I grasp it. I smile when I see a message from Chase.
Chase: So what do I need to do to tempt you over here?
Me: How about you come over here?
When he doesn't respond after a few minutes, I toss my phone on the couch and then decide to take a quick shower, just in case he does decide to come over. No sooner than I've peeled my clothes off and stepped under the water, there’s a knock on my door.
Shit. I jump out and grab my bathrobe, throwing it on, then I race out to the living room. I check my phone on the way to the door, wondering how he got here so fast. But there is still no response from him. Huh. Maybe it’s Peyton. I swing open the door, shocked to see Chase grinning at me.
“You look surprised to see me,” he comments. I flush. “You flush a lot, Alana. What’s up with that?”
“I was expecting a little more notice,” I grumble, ignoring his question. He leans closer to peer inside.
“So you could tidy the place up a little?” he guesses. “I’m not judging, but you’d think you’d do that before inviting someone over.”
“You know, it’s not too late for me to slam the door in your face,” I say sweetly. I gasp as he puts his hands around my waist and spins me around, so he’s inside. “I guess it is now,” he replies, a glint in his eyes.
My heart pounds when I remember I’m naked under my robe. He looks me over, like he’s wondering the same thing.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask, keen to change the subject.
