watched as she made her way toward him, guessing she was probably going to the restroom. She looked so sexy, her hair down around her shoulders and some strapless number under some see-through thing doing wonders for her gorgeous breasts. He kept his eyes glued on her then saw that when she noticed him, she physically flinched and he couldn't help but sneer at her reaction.
Are you freakin' kidding me? Julia thought to herself when she locked eyes with Chase. She stood up taller, not wanting him to know he affected her in any way then turned her head away acting as if she hadn't seen him, making her way to the ladies' room.
What a little snot. Always so fucking high and mighty. Look at her trying to ignore me. Chase watched as she walked away, not being able to keep his eyes off that nice ass of hers, looking so good in her tight jeans, her hips swaying back and forth almost hypnotizing him. Deciding that two could play games, and also wanting to make her acknowledge him, he threw back the rest of his drink then made his way down the hallway waiting for her to come out. He'd teach her to ignore him. Give her some of her own damn medicine.
Julia’s eyes got big as saucers as she exited the restroom seeing him leaning against the wall, apparently waiting on her.
"You followin g me or something?" he asked, a wicked glimmer in his eyes.
She snorted at his ridiculous question. "Right. I always make a habit of following my dickhead chauffeurs around. Now, if you'll excuse me." She tried to get by him, knowing this encounter would go nowhere; no matter what happened, he'd just ignore her again afterwards, acting like nothing had happened, all so he could keep his precious job.
Chase put his left hand on the wall in front of her, keeping her trapped so she couldn't leave.
"Well, since I'm not your chauffeur, I'll let that one slid e," he said. "You out with Comic Boy tonight?"
"His name is Jacob, and, yes, he's here." Being in such close proximity to Chase was making her want to do things she knew she shouldn't be wanting to do, like, oh, kiss him senseless. He looked so sexy standing there, his dark hair messy and curling a little around the back of his neck, those gray eyes burning into hers, the light stubble on his jaw just begging her to trace over it with her fingers. She hated that he could affect her this way. And the alcohol in her system wasn’t helping her decision making in any way at all either. Damn it.
"Oh, you're on a date then, huh?" he asked her leaning in closer making her squirm a little.
Julia chuckled uncomfortably. "Yeah, I guess. If that's what you want to call it." She flipped her hair over one shoulder nervously.
Chase moved a piece of hair that she’d missed behind her ear with his free hand leaning in and whispering to her, "So, what do you see in this guy?"
He had her pinned against the wall, his closeness making her heart feel as if it was about to pound out of her chest. All she'd have to do was move forward one inch and her lips would be on his. As he pressed in closer, she saw the muscles in his arm on the wall flex, which was when she noticed some kind of Celtic tattoo on it sticking out from under the tight sleeve of his t-shirt. Dear God. That just added to his hotness. Gah!
She looked up at him, m esmerized by his presence, forgetting she was still mad at him, wanting him to close that small distance so she could feel his soft lips on hers again. "What do I see in him? Well, he's smart for one thing," she whispered.
"Yeah, looks like a fuckin’ genius," Chase said, his gray eyes piercing hers as his fingers trailed lightly up and down her arm leaving goose bumps in their wake, making her shiver, making her want more than anything his lips on hers.
"He makes me… laugh…" Julia stammered, swallowing roughly, frustrated that Chase could make her body react to his touch, really frustrated that she wanted more of it.
He pushed her hair back behind her other shoulder. "Is that
Are you freakin' kidding me? Julia thought to herself when she locked eyes with Chase. She stood up taller, not wanting him to know he affected her in any way then turned her head away acting as if she hadn't seen him, making her way to the ladies' room.
What a little snot. Always so fucking high and mighty. Look at her trying to ignore me. Chase watched as she walked away, not being able to keep his eyes off that nice ass of hers, looking so good in her tight jeans, her hips swaying back and forth almost hypnotizing him. Deciding that two could play games, and also wanting to make her acknowledge him, he threw back the rest of his drink then made his way down the hallway waiting for her to come out. He'd teach her to ignore him. Give her some of her own damn medicine.
Julia’s eyes got big as saucers as she exited the restroom seeing him leaning against the wall, apparently waiting on her.
"You followin g me or something?" he asked, a wicked glimmer in his eyes.
She snorted at his ridiculous question. "Right. I always make a habit of following my dickhead chauffeurs around. Now, if you'll excuse me." She tried to get by him, knowing this encounter would go nowhere; no matter what happened, he'd just ignore her again afterwards, acting like nothing had happened, all so he could keep his precious job.
Chase put his left hand on the wall in front of her, keeping her trapped so she couldn't leave.
"Well, since I'm not your chauffeur, I'll let that one slid e," he said. "You out with Comic Boy tonight?"
"His name is Jacob, and, yes, he's here." Being in such close proximity to Chase was making her want to do things she knew she shouldn't be wanting to do, like, oh, kiss him senseless. He looked so sexy standing there, his dark hair messy and curling a little around the back of his neck, those gray eyes burning into hers, the light stubble on his jaw just begging her to trace over it with her fingers. She hated that he could affect her this way. And the alcohol in her system wasn’t helping her decision making in any way at all either. Damn it.
"Oh, you're on a date then, huh?" he asked her leaning in closer making her squirm a little.
Julia chuckled uncomfortably. "Yeah, I guess. If that's what you want to call it." She flipped her hair over one shoulder nervously.
Chase moved a piece of hair that she’d missed behind her ear with his free hand leaning in and whispering to her, "So, what do you see in this guy?"
He had her pinned against the wall, his closeness making her heart feel as if it was about to pound out of her chest. All she'd have to do was move forward one inch and her lips would be on his. As he pressed in closer, she saw the muscles in his arm on the wall flex, which was when she noticed some kind of Celtic tattoo on it sticking out from under the tight sleeve of his t-shirt. Dear God. That just added to his hotness. Gah!
She looked up at him, m esmerized by his presence, forgetting she was still mad at him, wanting him to close that small distance so she could feel his soft lips on hers again. "What do I see in him? Well, he's smart for one thing," she whispered.
"Yeah, looks like a fuckin’ genius," Chase said, his gray eyes piercing hers as his fingers trailed lightly up and down her arm leaving goose bumps in their wake, making her shiver, making her want more than anything his lips on hers.
"He makes me… laugh…" Julia stammered, swallowing roughly, frustrated that Chase could make her body react to his touch, really frustrated that she wanted more of it.
He pushed her hair back behind her other shoulder. "Is that
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