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I’m buzzed, possibly slightly drunk, but I flee from him with no clue how far I could get.
Chapter Nine
Chase
How many seconds should I wait before I go after her? I turn to watch her fine ass attempt to weave her way through the dancing crowd and over to a table, where she retrieves something and then continues to walk away.
Where the hell did I go wrong?
I laid my claim to her by pulling her as close to me as I could.
I told her how she made me feel … Well, how my body feels about her. I can’t classify my emotions because it’s beyond my realm of knowledge. I thought I had her; her eyes were glossy and just starting to fill with lust for me when suddenly, the plug was pulled, and it quickly drained. And just like the little cyclone that forms in the water as the tub drains, she was off, aggressively spinning on her insane heels and marching away.
I feel jilted, and that’s something I have nevereverhad happen to me before. I prided myself on the one-hundred-percent satisfaction rate I had going until now.
What could I have possibly done to annoy this beautiful woman?
The only thing I can figure is she may have heard about me from my past conquests or has known about me since high school and is one of those prudish girls who are in denial of the simple fact a guy like me turns them on.
It has to be the latter.
It just has to be.
Deciding I’ve given her enough time to believe she’s gotten away from me, I take off through the crowd and make my way outside. I have the advantage; I haven’t had a lick to drink, so nothing is in my system.
I was about to order a single Bud Light when I saw her on the dance floor with another guy. And I wouldn’t call her out on her obvious disinterest in him either. I watched them for a few songs, finding it far more entertaining than any liquor could give me.
No way was she going to let her guard down to allow him closer. When he walked away, I saw my chance and took it. I watched her body relax into the music more when he left her. She was at ease since there was no one to keep her guard up around, and just as I did in combat training, I waited for my chance and took it when the target was ready and most vulnerable.
She felt so good against me that I almost believed in the shit about fate and all that crap. Because that’s exactly what it turned into when she put those reinforced walls back up and left me.
It’s not going to happen, woman.
You will talk to me.
My tactical eyes quickly scan the area of the crowded Saturday night parking lot with efficient speed. Just as promptly, I locate her a few yards away, the clacking of her heels the only audible clue to where she is. The dimly lit parking lot creates a seductive silhouette of her as she digs into her purse for her keys.
No way in hell am I letting her leave. Not with how quickly she put away the beer she had in her hand on the dance floor and is now tipsily walking toward her … truck?
My head tilts to one side. I happen to be one of those guys who finds women who drive trucks to be insanely sexy. It may be a nineties’ model Ford Ranger, but a truck is a truck to me and my dick.
I let her get to it. She’ll have to unlock the door with her key because the model doesn’t have a key fob to it. This gives me time to eat up the pavement between us. I only have to weave through a couple of the vehicles in the way, and before she can comprehend my boots pounding against the ground behind her, I have her pinned to the side of the truck, the keys dangling from the door.
“If you think I’m going to let you leave that easily, you must not really know a damn thing about me.” Her small back stiffens against my chest, my warmth bleeding into the chill she quickly got from being outside.
“I don’t want you, Chase Thorne, and I havenothingelse to say to you.” Her sneer doesn’t bother me because I’m in control here. I will get her to talk to me, and I will drive her home. Even if she doesn’t want to fuck me, I don’t want her getting a DWUI or get into an accident.
“I just want to talk.” My seductive rumble vibrates from deep inside my chest and filters into her. “I don’t understand why you don’t like me.”
“You mean why none of your stupid moves to get your dick wet doesn’t work?” she quips.
My jaw clenches with her harsh words. I wouldn’t have thought a sweet math teacher would think like that. I guess the whole nice girl actually being a naughty girl thing is true. “You drive me crazy.”
“After just seeing me a handful of times?” She scoffs.
Why isn’t anything I’m doing working for this woman?
Could she really be that repulsed by me? I’ve only been home a few days and haven’t been with a woman since I got back to the States, so I just don’t understand.
