Chase (Resisting Love #1)(26)
“Where are you going?” he asks, alarmed.
“To my room to get dressed?” I make it a question, even though it isn’t.
“You can’t walk out in a towel!” He exclaims.
“I don’t think anyone is even home.” I peep out of his door, the house is dead silent. I rip my towel off, and throw it on his bed, then run to my room butt naked.
“Layla!” I can hear him calling out my name. I run into my room and put on a matching yellow bra and panty set. Chase storms in looking exasperated.
“You love to torture me don’t you?” he growls. “You are lucky they weren’t home or I would have had to kill my own baby brothers.” I roll my eyes. Dramatic much. I run to him and jump on his wrapping my legs around him. He catches me without even stepping back from the impact. I look him in the eye, and then let my gaze wander lower to his lips. I kiss him reverently, once twice. He sighs. “You undo me Layla”
I lean my forehead against his and sigh in contentment. “The feeling is mutual.”
******
I’m standing in the kitchen, enjoying the view. That body! That tattoo! I bite my lip and continue my ogling. It’s a tribal design, and almost a half sleeve. I want to trace it with my tongue, I want to..
“My eyes are up here Layla,” I glance up into blue eyes, dancing with amusement.
“You are standing here, in only a pair of low slung basketball shorts, cooking me pancakes! This whole scene is hot, what do you expect?”
That earns me a throaty chuckle. He flips the pancake, showing off, and then stretches his hands above his head, causing the muscles in his back to ripple. I sigh. I still can’t believe this is all mine. Chase serves me a plate with three pancakes and passes me the maple syrup. I glance at the syrup, and then back at him, lifting one of my perfectly arched brows.
Chase also glances at the syrup, then at me, before saying “First you eat, I won’t have my woman going hungry,” in a dangerously seductive tone. He watches me eat every bite, when I’m finally done he grabs the syrup and drags me off to the bedroom. I’m sure the whole street could have heard my screams.
Chase reluctantly goes to work, his phone has been buzzing all day. I walk into the kitchen and whip up some chicken pasta. I eat and then leave the rest for when the men get home. There is a message on the answering machine, so I hit the beep.
“Mr. Jackson, we couldn’t reach you on your cell phone. We are having an issue with Miss Belle, please call us back ASAP, thanks.”
Huh, I wonder who Miss Belle is. Pushing it from my mind, I’m about to leave to go shopping, when the doorbell rings. I open the door to a delivery man.
“Package for Miss Crawford.” I nod. “Sign here please.”
I sign, then take the two large boxes into my room. I undo the red ribbon on the first one, and lift open the lid. Inside is a stunning, elegant black satin gown, with a sweet heart neckline. The second box contains a Jimmy Choo shoe box, and also a small box from Tiffany’s. Holy shit, I have never been more spoilt in my entire life. I’m not very materialistic, but this has me overwhelmed. I open the shoe box to see a sexy pair of strappy stilettos. The Tiffany’s box holds a beautiful diamond necklace. I grab the note:
Layla,
For the event tonight. You are going to look stunning.
Chase
The charity event. The reason I was about to head out to the shopping center. Chase had invited me to a business function, a charity event held by his company. I glance over the items excitedly, and then pull out my phone to send a text.
L: You spoil me. I love everything. Thank you Chase xox
C: I can’t wait to see you in it. Xxx
I grin, and then head off to the salon to get my hair and makeup done.
******
Chase knocks hesitantly on my door. “Baby, are you ready?”
I look at myself in the mirror. The black dress clings to every curve, and I love it. My hair is artistically pinned, wisps of curls falling out. My lips are nude, my eyes smoky. The chain hangs around my neck, nestled between my breasts. I have never felt so beautiful in my life. I open the door and face Chase. He looks delectable, in a black suit and white shirt. I lick my lips. Chase takes in my hair, makeup and dress, his eyes turn heated. He takes my hand and spins me around, causing me to giggle.
“Most beautiful woman, I have ever laid eyes on.” I highly doubted that, but he sounds like he means it. “I’m thinking maybe we should stay home, the way that dress clings to your body, shit Layla. I can’t get into a fight at a f*cking charity event.” I roll my eyes; he is being dramatic as ever.
“You look so handsome Chase, sexy as hell.” He grins and pulls me in for a kiss.
“Let’s go baby.”
Chapter Fifteen
I’m sitting at the table with Chase, getting several looks from women. The looks range from jealous and bitter, to smug. It’s the smug ones I despise, because they look as if they have already had a piece of Chase, and it’s making me jealous as hell. I get introduced to all of Chase’s associates; one man named Eric was eyeing me too obviously, causing Chase to hiss “That’s not where her f*cking eyes are Eric.”
Eric went bright red and excused himself, only causing Chase to mutter, “Probably excusing himself to go to the bathroom now, sick f*ck.”