Read Online Chase by Chantal Fernando, Dawn Martens - Free Book Online

work.
    “You could actually just go into work you know. Like everyone else has to...” I teased.
    “I could, but then I wouldn’t be sitting here enjoying the view, would I?” He gestures towards my short white summer dress.
    I stick my tongue out at him. He narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, baby.”
    I slowly stick my tongue out once again, but this time I lick my lower lip. Chase slams his drink down and looks like he’s about to pounce on me, when his phone rings He glances and it and then growls.
    “Fuck, I gotta take this. Don’t move a muscle babe,” he orders, getting up and heading into the house.
    After about ten minutes, he walks back out, looking playful as ever. He picks me up and swings me around.
    “Let’s go to the beach beautiful. I think seeing you in a bikini would make my day.” He kisses me on the temple and I hurry inside to get changed.
    I pick my red string bikini; it’s my favorite because it compliments my olive skin tone. I put a dress over it, and pack my necessities. It takes us thirty minutes to get there. The beach is completely packed out, and we sit towards the back, away from too much of the commotion. I flop my bag down and take off my dress. The heat in Chase’s eyes makes me feel so sexy, so wanted. He rubs sunscreen all over me from head to toe. He looks amazing only wearing his board shorts. I can see a lot off female eyes on him.
    “Chase, I think you should put your shirt on before you become a tourist attraction.” I tease.
    He chuckles, and starts tickling me. “Look who’s talking, if I had my say you would be completely covered. Not even a little bit of your skin showing.” I laugh.
    We are lost in our own world when we hear a “Umm.. Hi, Mr. Jackson.”
    Chase and I both glance up to see three women standing there staring at him. One is twirling her hair with her finger, one biting her lip and the other is blatantly sticking her chest out. I groan. Some women. Chase smiles politely, but not very warmly.
    “Ladies..” he nods his head at them, then turns back to me, ignoring them completely, until the hair twiddler steps forward. She has long bleached blonde hair and blue eyes, and her pink bikini leaves nothing to the imagination.
    “We haven’t seen you at work for some time Sir, that is, we were wondering..”
    I gasp out loud when she says she works with him, or for him I assume.
    Chase hears it and he tries his best to get rid of these women ASAP. “Ladies I’m sorry but I’m here with my woman.. so...” he says in a toneless voice.
    “Of course Mr. Jackson, perhaps when you and she are done, you can give me a call?” she purrs.
    “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” This came from Chase. My thoughts exactly, but vocalized by him.
    The girls stare at each other, now unsure. “It’s just that, we heard, that like..” This is from the one biting her lip. Short sleek brown hair, brown eyes, extremely tan and freckled, she was wearing a white one piece swimsuit that was only made a one piece by the thin chain attaching the top to the bottom.
    Chase pulls down his sun glasses, so they can see the animosity in his eyes. “What part about I’m sitting here with my fucking woman do you not understand? I’m taken. This woman here,” he gestures to me, “she owns me. So.. I’m.not.fucking.interested,” he bites out. They flinch back, before hastily mumbling goodbye. He glances at me and sighs, obviously expecting an interrogation. Which he gets.
    “They work for you?” I say this slowly.
    “Well, I suppose they do. I don’t personally know all my employees.” He says defensively.
    “Are you sure about that?” I mutter, more to myself, but he hears it anyway.
    “Layla, let’s just enjoy our day okay. No arguing.”
    “Fine.” I say rudely. I’m still in shock over the ‘she owns me’ comment he made. Wow, that is some heavy stuff right there.
    Chase smirks and says, “I’m pretty sure those are