Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“I want to know why you were so adamant that I wasn’t the right person for the job.”
His smile fades as quickly as it appears. “What does it matter?”
“It matters to me. I won’t look at you daily and wonder what you’re thinking. Whatever your reasoning was, it must have been important for you to jeopardize your mom’s vacation over it.”
His leg stops bouncing.
“Tell me, and I’ll reconsider,” I say, drawing a line in the sand.
Chase sits up again in one swift motion. His hands rest on the table; they nearly touch mine.
Everything about the man just got serious. Stone-cold sober. The severity stills me, making me wonder if I want to do this.
But I do. The flame in my stomach begs me to hear what he has to say.
My heart thunders, pushing blood through my veins so fast that I’m dizzy. A million thoughts shuffle through my brain at max speed—postulating what might come out of his mouth.
“Are you sure you want to know?” he asks, his voice rough.
“Yes. And don’t lie to me. We must be able to tell each other the truth, or else I’m not even entertaining going through this.”
I think.
That sounds like a professional answer. It feels like poking a bear all the same.
Fire dances in his irises, the gold flecks nearly taking over the iciness—but not entirely. Just enough to keep me frozen in place while also melting into a puddle.
My mouth goes dry as my attention is drawn to his lips. He licks them slowly. Deliberately.
What are you doing, Chase?
“Okay,” he says. “You want the truth? I’ll give it to you.”
“Okay …”
“I didn’t want you to work for me because you would make my life much harder than you’d help it.”
My brows pull together. “How?”
A smile flirts against his lips. “Because I’m not sure how I could go thirty days with you in my house and not fuck you.”
Chapter Ten
Megan
“You’re going to need to move your hands a little farther away from mine,” I say, gulping.
His fingers flex before he draws them back onto his lap.
Holy.
Frigging.
Shit.
“Because I’m not sure how I could go thirty days with you in my house and not fuck you.”
I’m acutely aware that he’s waiting for a reaction—besides my suggestion that he put some space between us. I’m also cognizant of the fact that he can’t gather too much of a response out of that sentence.
That’s too bad. He’ll have to wait.
My face heats as I stare at the spot his hand just vacated. Every nerve ending in my body tingles; every erogenous zone flickers to life, swelling so much that I nearly burst into a puddle of need.
I shift in my seat to relieve the pressure between my legs. Naturally, it doesn’t help. It just makes me more conscious of the fire in my belly.
“Well,” I say, clearing my throat. “That was unexpected.”
I pick up my phone and ignore the pull to look at him. I scroll through my contacts list until I find the name I’m looking for. Then I press the screen.
“Are you really making a phone call right now?” he asks, borderline pissed. “For fuck’s sake, Megan.”
I suppress a grin as the voice on the other end of the phone says hello.
“Hi, Maggie. It’s Megan,” I say sweetly.
Chase moves at my side. I still don’t look at him.
“Megan, hi, sweetheart. I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”
“Well, I didn’t expect to call so soon either. But I left with things up in the air, and I hate doing that to you.”
“I understand. Trust me. I’m so sorry for the way my son acted. I don’t know what’s going on with him.”
I do. I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling.
“What are you doing?” Chase grumbles.
“Oh, don’t worry about Chase, Maggie,” I say, turning slowly to him.
His eyes are wide as he watches me. Each breath is measured. It’s as if he’s deliberately working to keep it under control.
“I think your son was just dealing with a lot of pressure that he didn’t know how to release,” I say, looking at him and smirking.
He rolls his tongue around his mouth. His chest rises and falls like he’s having difficulty keeping himself in his seat.
Good.
“As a matter of fact,” I say, my eyes glued to his, “I called to tell you that I will take the job after all. I’m pretty sure Chase and I can figure things out.”
I have no idea what Maggie says. Vaguely, I register that she seems happy with the revelation. But as far as the specifics go, I don’t have a clue.
Chase scoots to the edge of his seat, his knees spread apart. My heart beats so hard that it overtakes every other sensation.
He folds his hands on the edge of the table and grins. It’s not a smile or a smirk—it’s the most sinful, delicious look I’ve ever seen on a man.