My hateful tone had cut right through the tension in the air, but didn’t faze Chase one bit.
“You are adorable when you are mad,” he said, leaning in close to me. “But I’m not budging. You enjoyed every second that I was inside of you, and from the way that the heat is still pouring out of you, I can tell that you want me to do that again. I can show you so much,” he promised.
“You are very confident for someone who just met me,” I say, my breath catching in my chest.
“Well, I call it like I see it. I don’t fuck around. I like you.” He watched me carefully as he spoke, his face void of any emotion. “Go out with me again tomorrow night.”
His words were not a question. They were not an offer. They were a demand. I could feel the wetness growing as I watched him sit nursing his beer.
…” I trailed off as I tried to figure out just how to explain this to him. “We don’t know each other that well. And we work together…”
Laughing, he searched my face for understanding. “You are funny,” he said, with a hint of a chuckle. “I know how you taste, so for me, we know each other pretty well,” he mused.
Oh. My. God. I was going to literally die. This man was testing my patience and my resolve. There was no way I could turn him down now, not after what just happened. Mustering the courage to finish my thoughts, I was growing frustrated and wanted nothing more than to smack that nasty smirk right off of his face. “To be honest, I have no idea what came over me, but I sort of like it,” I replied honestly.
“Your body needed that release. Maybe you felt connected to me. Maybe I am just as fucked up as you are?” Chase offered, with another nail-biting grin.
“So, where does that leave us now?” I asked.
“I think it leaves us both intrigued. I want to know more about you. I’m tired of fighting my feelings. So, when can I see you again? Are you going to go out with me tomorrow or not?” Chase asked, as he leaned over the table. His lips were just hovering inches above mine. I had to fight the urge not to close the gap between us and crash my lips to his.
“I work at ten tomorrow morning. Is that soon enough?” I asked, in a playful and seductive voice.
“Trust me, I watch you when you are working. The only good idea Jim ever had was designing those skimpy little outfits he calls a uniform. You look sexy as hell in yours,” Chase said, as he still lingered next to my lips. “But that’s not what I mean. I want to see you like this. Fun. Carefree. Honest.” He stopped and leaned over again, his lips inches from my ear as his hot breath caressed my cheek. “I want to see you in my bed. I want to see every inch of you.”
Before I knew what I was doing, the words just slipped out of me. “How about this time tomorrow night? You can show me around Vegas.”
Moving back, Chase leaned back in his seat and smiled. “Perfect.”
We sat there a little longer and I noticed Chase nod toward someone. He saw my eyes following his.
“That’s Grey, he helps with security. He works around here, but sometimes I swear it’s like the guy leads a double life,” he half laughed.
I was intrigued as I watched the hot guy with dirty blonde hair walk through the busy halls. Heads all turned as he walked but he kept his eyes searching, like he was looking for someone or something.
“Is the mob really that intense here?” I asked.
Chase shot his eyes at me. “Yes, never let your guard down in Vegas. There are several organized crime groups around here and even some local authorities work with them. But, Rossi is the worst I have seen in a while. He is diabolical and finds ways to get inside casinos just like this. I am always on guard,” Chase stated.
I thought about this for a minute. I wondered what other drama might be lurking around the corner here.
Finishing his beer, Chase watched me down the rest of mine before he asked for the check.
When we left, he placed his hand on my lower back and led me to the elevators. “What floor are you staying on?” he asked.
“How do you know I am staying here?” I asked.
Turning to me, Chase smiled. “I’ve asked around,” he said.
“Seventh floor,” I stated.
“Good to know. I live on the eighth. It’s nice to know you will be under me.”
My air caught in my lungs as his words tore through me. Spencer Chase was wildly wicked and I knew I was getting myself into trouble. I should have known better, but what the hell?
As we stepped onto the elevator, I watched his face as he punched in the numbers. I bit my lip and dug my nails into my side to keep from grabbing his face and kissing him. When the doors finally opened, I slowly exited the elevator.
“Goodnight.” I waved, as I walked to my room.