Chase (Resisting Love #1)(10)

I nod yes.

“Let me know if you want something, don’t be shy okay.”

I mumble an “mmm hmmm” into his chest.

Chase sighs heavily. “What is it about you?” he asks rhetorically.

I glance up at him and roll my eyes. My eyes land on his lips and seem to linger there.

“When you look at me like that, f*ck!” he almost whispers, his tone husky. I stare into his eyes, mine holding an invitation. He pulls me closer, lifting me up higher on his chest.

“Exquisite.” Is all he says, before his lips are on mine. He kisses my lips, and makes his way down my neck, paying extra attention to the juncture between my neck and shoulders. I don’t know how long we have been making out like teenagers for, but here we are. I am so turned on right now, and from the groans Chase is making, and the hardness I can feel through his extremely thin pajama pants, I think he feels the same.

He pulls back suddenly with a curse. We lay down, panting, trying to get ourselves under control.

“I don’t want to rush this Layla. You’re.... different.” He looks serious as he tells me that. “Why don’t you have a quick shower and I’ll start making you some breakfast?” he suggests.

I nod and daringly lean in to give him a kiss.

He moans, “Shit, Layla. If you keep that up my good intentions are going to go right out the window.”

I pull away and smile seductively; before I can leave, he pulls me back and takes my face into his palms, holding me gently.

“I don’t know what this is Layla, but it feels-“

“Right?”

“Yes, right.” He echoes quietly. He kisses me on my nose, which I wrinkle.

With that he stands up and leaves the room, leaving me lost in my thoughts. I go into the bathroom and stare in the mirror. I don’t look too bad, besides some smudged eyeliner. Lucky I didn’t wear much eye makeup last night. He has extra toothbrushes in his cupboard, so I help myself to one. He must have guests over a lot. Ha, I can just imagine what kind of guests, a man like this would be having. I have a long shower, and unfortunately, have to dress back in my dress. Looks like I will be making my first walk of shame, even though I didn’t have sex last night.

I shove my underwear in my bag, tie my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head and walk out Chase’s master bedroom. And when I do I get the shock of my life. “Fuck.” I don’t usually swear but this is definitely a f*ck moment.

Holy hell, only I could get into a situation like this.

I walk past the familiar cream walls, straight to the kitchen. I want to die of embarrassment. I flop down onto the stool, with what must be a look of horror on my face. Chase is standing there, eating a Twix chocolate bar and looking like he is enjoying himself, until he sees my face. He then puts down the chocolate and rushes over, taking my face in his hands like he did in the bedroom.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I don’t answer him, because I am mentally yelling at myself for not snooping into the master bed room and bathroom. If I did I would have recognized it.

Before I can answer James walks out of his room. Could this get any worse? Chase has let go of me by now and is looking at me with a concerned look. James smiles at me warmly, and musses my hair, causing Chase’s face to tighten, and his eyes to cool.

“Morning princess, I see you have met the landlord. How was your night at your friends? We missed you around here,” he says before he turns to Chase.

“Hey bro how was last night? Pick up any hot chicks? Or knowing you, two hot chicks?” James chuckles to himself.

Chase clearly doesn’t like James’s familiarity with me, or the endearment ‘princess’.

Completely oblivious to the tension surrounding him, he continues “I already warned Layla about seeing random girls around the house. They usually leave before breakfast, just like last time.”

Someone please kill me.

Before Chase answers I jump up off the stool, avoiding any eye contact, almost knocking it over, and mumble some excuse and make way to my room. I can feel Chase’s eyes on me, as I retreat hastily. The saying ‘don’t shit where you eat’ keeps coming at me in my head. This can’t be happening. Chase can’t be the same man who was so callous towards that woman, kicking her out of his bed. He has been nothing but sweet and respectful to me, or is that what he’s like until he gets what he wants? I’ve heard about men like that.

I’m not sitting on my bed for even three seconds, before there is a knock on the door. I know it’s him, and I’d rather be anywhere else right now. The door opens without my invitation and Chase comes in and sits on my bed. He hands me over my plate with pancakes, bacon, eggs and toast on it. Why does he have to be so damn sweet? Argh! This is awkward as hell.

“So, you’re the new roomie.” Chase states the obvious.

I sigh. “That would be me. And what are the chances.” I mumble the last part to myself. I think I definitely need some sort of ice cream sundae before I can mentally sort through this.

Or a shot of tequila. Or four.

I look up at Chase to see him grinning. What the hell that man is grinning about I have no freaking idea.

The question must have shown on my face because he says “Now I get to see you every day, whether you like it or not. James mentioned the new girl was hot.” He frowns after he says it, like he doesn’t like James thinking I’m attractive.