you here.” The woman has a thick Puerto Rican accent. She circles around me, insinuating herself between Chase and I. She slides one small hand up Chase’s forearm to his shoulder. Miss Puerto Rico is long, lean, and all mocha colored, satiny looking skin. She’s wearing a slinky swath of a dress that barely covers her ass. It’s fuchsia with little glittering beads all over it. Two diamond strings run around her neck, holding the tiny garment up. With little effort, she brings her body to Chase’s and boldly, hangs both arms over his shoulders, grasping his neck. “Where have you been all my life?” Chase looks shocked to see her, but doesn’t immediately pull away. Even if this is a casual date or drinks, the woman is rude. Fawning all over a man I was sitting intimately close to is disgusting and pisses me off!
“Tatiana? I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought you were in Peru?” He puts his hands around her waist, maybe to move her, maybe to bring her closer. I don’t know, and right now, I don’t care. I watch with sick fascination as the woman practically rubs her body along the juncture between his thighs. He grips her hips, and I want to vomit. Getting the hell out of here is the only thing I can think of. Moving from the opposite side of my chair, I try not to jostle the tanned bimbo rubbing his lap.
I’ve had enough when her hand slides down his chest several times in a very lover-esque manner. Quickly, I turn my chair to the side and slip off. I pull my purse onto my shoulder and take a few steps away from the scene unfolding in front of me.
“I have to go, Chase.” His head snaps up. “I was just going to tell you that this thing between us…” I flip my hand at him as his eyes shoot from the girl hanging all over him to me. Ms. Puerto Rico grins and winks at me. “…it won’t work out. You’re my boss. End of story.” He looks shocked, and his jaw drops.
The leggy brunette sidles in closer and kisses his neck. That’s it. I’ve had enough. I turn on a heel and beat feet out of the bar.
“Gillian, wait!” he calls.
I chance a glance back and find the brunette is kissing him. Ridiculous. Invite me out on a date and kiss and rub all over another woman? Good riddance. I don’t need him or his distracting beautiful body trying to sway me into being another one of his bimbos. I dart from the bar and to the elevators as quick as my heels will take me. I hear Chase yell my name as the elevator doors close.
In what world does a sex kitten climb her way up a man who is clearly on a date with another woman? A world I’m not meant for. One that involves incredibly good looking, rich men, who own swanky bars, limousines, and have linebackers as drivers. Before the bimbo broke the trance, I was actually having a really nice time. Even started to believe that he was genuinely interested in getting to know me. So stupid! It’s for the best. So why do I feel like my heart was ripped out and served to me on a platter? That’s insanity or maybe lust talking. The door of the elevator opens and I step out and collide with Jack.
“Get the hell out of my way,” I grate through my teeth and rush toward the buildings doors.
“Miss Callahan. Mr. Davis has asked me to detain you.” He grabs my arm but I yank it out of his grasp so fast he steps back.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I run out the door and down the street. My strides are long, my skirt bunches up with each step. After several minutes of running, my lungs are on fire, heart jackhammering in my chest. A piercing ache throbs just under my ribs. Coming to a screeching halt, I suck down precious air and try to calm down. Large heaping breaths rack me as I try to gain back control. Stupid men. I should go back there and thank the slut for saving me from heartache down the road. The phone in my blazer’s pocket buzzes angrily. It’s Chase. I hit the “talk” button and bring it to my ear, not waiting for him to
“Tatiana? I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought you were in Peru?” He puts his hands around her waist, maybe to move her, maybe to bring her closer. I don’t know, and right now, I don’t care. I watch with sick fascination as the woman practically rubs her body along the juncture between his thighs. He grips her hips, and I want to vomit. Getting the hell out of here is the only thing I can think of. Moving from the opposite side of my chair, I try not to jostle the tanned bimbo rubbing his lap.
I’ve had enough when her hand slides down his chest several times in a very lover-esque manner. Quickly, I turn my chair to the side and slip off. I pull my purse onto my shoulder and take a few steps away from the scene unfolding in front of me.
“I have to go, Chase.” His head snaps up. “I was just going to tell you that this thing between us…” I flip my hand at him as his eyes shoot from the girl hanging all over him to me. Ms. Puerto Rico grins and winks at me. “…it won’t work out. You’re my boss. End of story.” He looks shocked, and his jaw drops.
The leggy brunette sidles in closer and kisses his neck. That’s it. I’ve had enough. I turn on a heel and beat feet out of the bar.
“Gillian, wait!” he calls.
I chance a glance back and find the brunette is kissing him. Ridiculous. Invite me out on a date and kiss and rub all over another woman? Good riddance. I don’t need him or his distracting beautiful body trying to sway me into being another one of his bimbos. I dart from the bar and to the elevators as quick as my heels will take me. I hear Chase yell my name as the elevator doors close.
In what world does a sex kitten climb her way up a man who is clearly on a date with another woman? A world I’m not meant for. One that involves incredibly good looking, rich men, who own swanky bars, limousines, and have linebackers as drivers. Before the bimbo broke the trance, I was actually having a really nice time. Even started to believe that he was genuinely interested in getting to know me. So stupid! It’s for the best. So why do I feel like my heart was ripped out and served to me on a platter? That’s insanity or maybe lust talking. The door of the elevator opens and I step out and collide with Jack.
“Get the hell out of my way,” I grate through my teeth and rush toward the buildings doors.
“Miss Callahan. Mr. Davis has asked me to detain you.” He grabs my arm but I yank it out of his grasp so fast he steps back.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I run out the door and down the street. My strides are long, my skirt bunches up with each step. After several minutes of running, my lungs are on fire, heart jackhammering in my chest. A piercing ache throbs just under my ribs. Coming to a screeching halt, I suck down precious air and try to calm down. Large heaping breaths rack me as I try to gain back control. Stupid men. I should go back there and thank the slut for saving me from heartache down the road. The phone in my blazer’s pocket buzzes angrily. It’s Chase. I hit the “talk” button and bring it to my ear, not waiting for him to
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