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“Yes, hi. Can I get a small cold antipasto, one order of chicken cacciatore, and a steak pizzaola cooked medium. Please bill it to Chase Remington.” He gives them the address and hangs up.
“We have forty five minutes before they get here,” he murmurs seductively. “What should we do while we wait?”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I say, “I have a few ideas.”
I make my way down the hall knowing that Chase is waiting for me. I turn the corner and arrive at his office door. It’s closed. His door is never closed. Maybe he left the office looking for me since I’m so late. I try the door, and it’s unlocked. I open the door and find Chase with a blonde woman. She is lying naked and sprawled halfway across his desk. They are sweaty and breathless. His shirt is unbuttoned, his chest glistening. He is thrusting hard and fast, the blonde girl moaning with pleasure. He looks up at me, still inside her, still thrusting. “This isn’t what it looks like . . .”
I jolt awake in a cold sweat, my heart pounding. Tears are streaming down my face. What the hell was that? Why am I having nightmares about Chase and a mystery blonde woman? He hasn’t done anything for me to think he’s having sex with another woman. Things have been weird, yes. But cheating? I wonder if seeing Evan a few weeks ago could be fueling my insecurities. I look over at the clock. It’s just after four o’clock in the morning. I still have two hours before I need to be up for work. I get up to get a drink of water and try to calm my nerves. I’m not sure if I can go back to sleep.
My alarm wakes me up at precisely six ten. I stagger to the bathroom and take a hot shower. The warm water is soothing and helps to wake me up. It took me almost an hour to get back to sleep last night, and I’m a little foggy. The image of Chase with the mystery blonde still haunts me. I shake my head and try to get the vivid picture out of my mind.
On my drive to work, my cell phone rings, interrupting one of my favorite songs. My phone is hooked up wirelessly to my stereo, and the ring projects through my speakers. Chase decided I needed to join the twenty first century and had it installed. I answer on the second ring.
“Hello.”
“Good morning, beautiful,” a cheerful voice booms through the Jeep.
“You’re in a good mood this morning,” I greet. I can almost hear his smile.
“Yes, I am, aren’t I?”
“What’s up?” I ask.
“My dad is having a family dinner this evening, and I would like you to accompany me.” Oh. I’ve never been to his father’s North Shore mansion. Crap, what am I going to wear?
“Um . . . okay. What time?”
“I’ll walk over to your place around six. That should give you plenty of time to get ready, since it takes you forever.” He sounds jovial this morning. He knows I hate primping, and it takes me less time to get ready than he does.
“Okay. I’ll make sure not to get too dirty,” I quip. I’m working in the office today, so that won’t be a hard task.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” And he’s gone. What the hell am I going to wear to dinner? I’ll have to really dig through my closet to find something appropriate.
I get home from work and take a quick shower. Wrapped in a towel, I wander into my huge walk in closet and thumb through my dresses. After pulling out a few and not liking them, I decide on a plain black dress. It’s not too short, not too long, and perfect for a family dinner.
I dry off and attempt to do something with my hair. I decide to leave it down and douse it with plenty of mousse to keep it curly and not frizzy. By the time I’m dressed and ready, there is a knock at the door. He’s always punctual, if not early.
I open the door, and there stands Chase, impeccably dressed. He looks fantastic. I still can’t believe he’s mine. He is dressed business casual with a white button down shirt and a pair of designer jeans. Yummy.
“Hello, beautiful,” he purrs as he enters my apartment. “You look fantastic as usual.” He greets me with a passionate kiss, our lips caressing each other, our tongues meeting
and probing.
My breathing quickens as my libido wakes up.
With my face still in his hands, he looks down at me breathless. “If we don’t stop now, we’ll never leave.”
I just stand there panting. I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with him! I give him my best sexy lets-stay-here look. “Later,” he breathes, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath.
“After you,” he motions toward the door.
The drive to his father’s house is relatively short. Lattingtown is in Western Nassau, which is close to the city. We listen to the sweet sound of Christina Perry, her harmonious voice leaving a peaceful serenity over us. The lyrics to Arms almost mirror the way I feel about life and Chase. I sit back and relax as he makes his way down the long and winding roads.
Chase pulls down a double-gated driveway that looks more like a private road. At the end is a gorgeous mansion. The property seems to go on for miles. The driveway loops in a semi-circle in front of the house with a huge fountain in the center. Chase pulls in front of the house and stops the car. The driveway is so wide, there is still plenty of room for another car or two to go around.
At first glance, the house appears to be a traditional Georgian-style mansion with French architecture. The house is anything but traditional. It has been remodeled and given all of the modern amenities. Chase gets out and comes around to my side to open the door. Reaching in, he extends his hand to help me out. Once out of the car, he leads me up a massive set of marble stairs that lead to the double front door.
