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As he attempted to compliment me, it wasn’t lost on me that he had just insulted the rest of the staff who were now watching this trainwreck.
“Um, thanks,” I said, as I held my hands in my lap.
“No, I’m saying this all wrong. This isn’t the right time or place for me to explain myself. Could I take you to dinner or something later?” Chase asked.
The entire staff watching us gasped in unison. Hearing this, both Chase and I jerked our heads in their direction.
A small smile crept over Chase’s lips as he took everyone in who were now trying to scurry around like they hadn't just been listening to us. “I think we have an audience,” I joked.
It was nice to see a smile on Chase’s lips. I knew I should tell him no to dinner. Whatever he needed to tell me, he could tell me now, but something about the dire look in his eyes told me to go. “Okay, I guess I could do dinner or something.”
“Great. Meet me at the casino bar at seven. You’ll need a good, stiff drink after I get done with you this afternoon,” Chase said, before he disappeared.
I was rendered speechless as I tried to figure out what in the hell just happened.
“Holy shit, did Mr. Chase just ask you out?” one of the male bartenders asked me. From Sammy’s tour and gossip session about each staff member, I knew that this bartender was John who was gay and lived with his boyfriend Tray.
“Not like that. He just wants to talk to me,” I tried to explain, but the bartender didn’t buy it.
“I’ve worked with him for six years, and he hasn’t spoken more than two words to me. I’ve watched countless women throw themselves at him for years. Never has he even glanced at one of them. Now, your cute ass arrives, and he’s talking and asking you out. I think hell just froze over.” John giggled, as he slapped me on the back. “Good job, girl!”
“I don’t think it’s like that,” I tried to explain, but he wasn’t listening. In fact, all day, as I tried to explain to others what was happening, none of them were interested. Instead, the newgossip was that I, Lizzie, had just made the elusive Chase come out of his shell.
After my shift, I rushed back to my room and put on a pair of black workout pants and a pink sports bra. Running up to the workout room, I met Chase, who was looking sexy in a pair of gray sweats and a black sleeveless shirt. He was stretching as his eyes met mine.
“Hey, you made it,” he said, as he walked toward me.
“Sure,” I said, as I met him halfway.
“Let’s get started on the mats,” Chase said, as he pointed to a side room with white mats already placed on the floor.
Following his lead, I watched and listened as Chase talked to me about the different moves he was about to teach me. He explained the perfect angles to hit an attacker, where to kick, and offered a few pointers on what not to do when you freak out. I noted everything he said, but I was growing anxious for the physical portion of the lesson.
“I think I understand. When do we get to the point where I can practice kicking your ass?” I asked, as I crossed my arms over my chest.
Chuckling, Chase smiled as he took a step closer to me. “So, you think you can kick my ass?” he asked, with a daring look in his eyes.
Smiling back, I only shook my head yes. I liked this little game we were playing.
Before I knew what was happening, Chase lunged forward and placed me in a hold that had my arms locked behind my back. Falling to the ground, he rolled me over so that he was now hovering on top of me, his breath heavy above my face. I was restrained by only one of his thick hands, and the otherheld me at my waist. I knew I should have been fighting back, but I couldn’t seem to grip my eyes away from his. The look of pure lust and desire that sparked with each blink of his eyes mesmerized me.
After a few seconds, Chase finally broke the silence. “I thought you said you could kick my ass?” he teased, as he slowly released my hands.
Lifting off me, he turned toward the wall mirror and watched me as I slowly stood. “I wasn’t ready,” I began.
Laughing, Chase threw his head back. “Of course, you weren’t. And you won’t be ready for an attacker. That’s why you need to pay attention to what I’m teaching you. Let’s go through a couple of moves you could easily do to make sure what I just didn't do, doesn't happen again,” Chase said.
Nodding, I decided to keep my smart-ass comments to myself for now. I paid close attention as he went through a few more moves in slow motion. He gave me time to fight back as he showed me each move and how to get myself out of a secured restraint. After an hour, we were both exhausted.
“Thanks, I guess that lesson was helpful,” I said, as Chase handed me a cold bottle of water.
Taking a sip, he nodded. “You need more lessons. I can help you anytime,” he stated.
“Sure, I would like that,” I said, with a genuine smile. “You know, you’re really good at teaching self-defense.”
“Thanks. I admired my trainers, and I always thought that maybe one day, I might get into the fighting world again…” Chase trailed off and didn’t finish his sentence.
I knew it was best not to push him. I had a feeling he would share the rest when he was ready.
