Chase (Resisting Love #1)(8)

Nikki noticed where I was looking and murmured a very apt “Fuck me.” She elbowed me, bringing my attention to the shots. We did ‘cheers’ and took down one shot each. I grabbed her hand and took her to the dance floor.

Nikki and I danced for two songs, laughing the whole way, showing off our moves. We both loved to dance. I suddenly felt someone’s eyes on mine and glanced over to see Mr. Mysterious watching me. His gaze was steady and intense, and when I stared back, he didn’t look away. I felt goose bumps on my arms; I don’t think I have ever felt such intense attraction before.

“Layla, dance with him. He can’t keep his eyes off you and he is freaking hot!” Nikki broke me out of my trance with her comment, and I looked away.

I suddenly felt hands on my hips and I turned to see a cute guy dancing behind me. He wasn’t being too touchy feely so I danced with him a little. Some other guy asked Nikki to dance, so we were both enjoying the music.

All of a sudden I see Mr. Mysterious walk up to me and takes my hand in his. His eyes on mine, he pulled me slowly away from my dance partner, entwined my hand in his, and pulled me off the dance floor. I glanced at Nikki, she grinned and nodded at me. The guy I was dancing with tried to grab my other hand, but Mr. Mysterious shot one look at him. And if looks could kill. The guy walked off and grabbed someone else to dance. Replaced in two seconds. Lovely.

I was gently pushed against the closest wall, and piercing blue eyes met mine.

“What’s your name beautiful?” I inwardly sighed. His voice was mesmerizing. Deep and sensual.

“Umm, I’m Layla.”

He grinned at me, and a dimple popped out. I almost swooned. I took in his facial features. His bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top, and I wanted to bite it. His strong jaw and straight nose were placed perfectly on his beautifully angled face. His eye lashes were so thick and long, it was completely unfair, but the beautiful eyes they framed were what really captured my attention. They were hypnotic, wide blue depths. And I wanted to get lost in them. His tall frame made me feel tiny and feminine. I’m 5’5 so he must have been about 6’3.

“Layla, I’m Chase.” He spoke my name reverently, almost like he was tasting it on his tongue.

“Nice to meet you Chase.” I smiled coyly.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine. Countless women in this club, but f*ck, for some reason I can’t keep my eyes off you.” His lip tugged down in a small frown as he said it, like he wasn’t sure why.

“I’m sure you say that to all the women.” I attempt to flirt.

“Perhaps I do, but this time I really mean it,” he replies huskily.

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” Holy hell, did I really just say that?

A smile now tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Well I was thinking about tasting those luscious red lips of yours.” His eyes search mine, gouging my reaction. Apparently finding what he was looking for, he continues, “And I’m a man who usually gets what he wants.” His grin was wicked.

“Then by all means...” I whisper seductively.

He runs his finger from my temple, brushes my hair back grasping the back of my neck.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Layla.” He whispers in my ear.

Before I could nod, his lips came down on mine gently, like whispers of kisses. Then he leaned into me and kissed me harder, his full lips devouring mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and got lost in his kisses. When he finally pulled away from me, we were both panting. He kissed my lips once more, and then my forehead.

“Fuck, even better than I thought. You taste so f*cking sweet.” He looks at me curiously, like he has no idea what to make of me.

“Hello, Chase,” a voice cooed from behind us.

We both glanced at who was talking, a gorgeous looking brunette with cat-like green eyes. She was one of the three women he was standing with before. Chase simply nods his head at her politely, and then returns his attention to me. Not liking being ignored, she steps forward and places her hand on Chase’s arm. Chase glances down at it irritably, and then looks back at the girl.

“I’m sorry....”

“Billie,” the girl replies in a throaty voice.

“Right, I’m not interested. Sorry,” Chase drawls.

Billie who is now wearing a petulant scowl, is about to say something else, when Nikki walks over. Nikki narrows her eyes at Billie and comes and stands next to Chase, moving her out of the way. Billie huffs and walks off, finally getting the picture.



Nikki gives me a devilish grin. I roll my eyes at her. Nikki loves drama. I remember this one time she punched a girl, for no other reason than she was giving us dirty looks. She’s a tiny spitfire. Redheads apparently do have bad tempers.

“Nikki this is Chase. Chase, Nikki,” I introduce.

Chase smiles, “Hello Nikki. I don’t want to say bye to Layla yet. Can I take you home?”

“Sure, can we get some food on the way?” Typical Nikki.

Chase chuckles. “You bet.”

We walk to Chase’s car and Nikki whistles. “What car is this?” she asks curiously.

“Aston Martin,” Chase replies.

Nikki’s mouth is in the shape of an O, staring at the car. “It’s sexy!” is her reply. I roll my eyes and give Chase a small smile. Nikki tells Chase to pull over when we pass her favorite burger place, and she runs in to get her food.