Page 11 of Chase

The thought makes me laugh.

I drive to Nikki’s and walk straight through the house without knocking. They would have been offended if I knocked. I have heard that lecture from her mother many a time. The house is two story’s and made of brick. It’s huge, but has this homely feel to it which I love. I always feel comfortable here. I find my best friend in her room, looking through her wardrobe, a huge pile of clothes on the bed. A Nirvana song plays in the back ground. She turns and sees me, a huge grin replacing the scowl on her face. Her auburn hair is in a high pony tail, her face free from makeup. Her green eyes are large and mesmerizing, her nose, cute as a button. She hates when I tell her that. Nikki is studying public relations at University, and she is very ambitious. She is the kind of girl who knows what she wants, and will work hard to get it.

“Layla!!!” She runs up to me and hugs me enthusiastically.

“Hey! Having trouble finding something to wear tonight?’ I gesture obviously at the pile on her bed.

She shrugs sheepishly, “I think I have it sorted. I need to get laid tonight. Need to look sexy!”

I giggle and lay myself flat on my back on the small space of her bed that isn’t covered in clothes. Her room is all Nikki, bright bold colors and very creatively decorated. We get something to eat from the kitchen, Nikki’s parents were at work, but her mum always has food in the house. After we are full, we commence with the beautifying.

I stare into the mirror, line my dark brown eyes with black kohl and several layers of mascara, and then contemplated what to do with my hair. My hair was my favorite feature, it was dead straight and down to my waist, so black that it looked blue. It was so thick and full, and I had it cut in layers to make it lighter and easier to manage. Black- blue wisps covered my cheeks and framed my heart shaped face. I decide to leave it how it is. I put on my favorite red lipstick and I was good to go.

We jump in a cab and head to the club.

I walk into Club Deception, Nikki’s hand in mine, and sit on a stool. The club was pretty classy, compared to some of the other ones around these parts. It was a newer club, and seemed to be pretty popular. We were already a little tipsy, and I had the not so brilliant idea of doing a couple of tequila shots. I was wearing my best little black dress, it was short, tight, and completely backless, and I had to wear a bra with it, because my boobs were above the required size that was acceptable to go without. Royal blue stilettos gave my outfit a little color. Nikki’s auburn hair was in wild curls up to her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with gold glitter. She wore a one piece black playsuit and black strappy heels.

“Two tequila shots please” Nikki ordered. “Layla, there are some seriously hot guys here tonight!!!” Nikki’s eyebrows waggled suggestively, making me giggle.

The thing was, she didn’t have to tell me that. I had my eyes on someone, and he was currently looking in our direction. Thick messy black hair, a chuck of it falling on his chiseled face. Crystalline blue eyes framed in thick inky lashes, and a body to die for. Broad shouldered, his hips narrowing and I could just imagine what it looked like under his black jeans and shirt. And heaven help me, I could see some tattoos peeking out on his arms. The only thing wrong with the picture was that he was surrounded by women.

Three women to be exact.

All beautiful, and all standing close to him vying for his attention. But for some reason, his eyes weren’t on them, they were on me. Our eyes connected, and for a moment, it was like everyone else disappeared.

Nikki noticed where I was looking and murmured a very apt “Fuck me.” She elbowed me, bringing my attention to the shots. We did ‘cheers’ and took down one shot each. I grabbed her hand and took her to the dance floor.

Nikki and I danced for two songs, laughing the whole way, showing off our moves. We both loved to dance. I suddenly felt someone’s eyes on mine and glanced over to see Mr. Mysterious watching me. His gaze was steady and intense, and when I stared back, he didn’t look away. I felt goose bumps on my arms; I don’t think I have ever felt such intense attraction before.

“Layla, dance with him. He can’t keep his eyes off you and he is freaking hot!” Nikki broke me out of my trance with her comment, and I looked away.

I suddenly felt hands on my hips and I turned to see a cute guy dancing behind me. He wasn’t being too touchy feely so I danced with him a little. Some other guy asked Nikki to dance, so we were both enjoying the music.

All of a sudden I see Mr. Mysterious walk up to me and takes my hand in his. His eyes on mine, he pulled me slowly away from my dance partner, entwined my hand in his, and pulled me off the dance floor. I glanced at Nikki, she grinned and nodded at me. The guy I was dancing with tried to grab my other hand, but Mr. Mysterious shot one look at him. And if looks could kill. The guy walked off and grabbed someone else to dance. Replaced in two seconds. Lovely.

I was gently pushed against the closest wall, and piercing blue eyes met mine.

“What’s your name beautiful?” I inwardly sighed. His voice was mesmerizing. Deep and sensual.

“Umm, I’m Layla.”

He grinned at me, and a dimple popped out. I almost swooned. I took in his facial features. His bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top, and I wanted to bite it. His strong jaw and straight nose were placed perfectly on his beautifully angled face. His eye lashes were so thick and long, it was completely unfair, but the beautiful eyes they framed were what really captured my attention. They were hypnotic, wide blue depths. And I wanted to get lost in them. His tall frame made me feel tiny and feminine. I’m 5’5 so he must have been about 6’3.

“Layla, I’m Chase.” He spoke my name reverently, almost like he was tasting it on his tongue.

“Nice to meet you Chase.” I smiled coyly.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine. Countless women in this club, but fuck, for some reason I can’t keep my eyes off you.” His lip tugged down in a small frown as he said it, like he wasn’t sure why.

“I’m sure you say that to all the women.” I attempt to flirt.

“Perhaps I do, but this time I really mean it,” he replies huskily.

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” Holy hell, did I really just say that?

A smile now tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Well I was thinking about tasting those luscious red lips of yours.” His eyes search mine, gouging my reaction. Apparently finding what he was looking for, he continues, “And I’m a man who usually gets what he wants.” His grin was wicked.

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