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“How so?”

“Well, the executive part means you’re in charge or working with the man in charge.” I waggle my eyebrows and she laughs. “So you obviously have some power.” Her lips twist as she reflects on what I’m saying. “The personal part is obvious. The word “personal” makes me think of “private” which can lead to sexy things when viewed in the right way.” I wink and she blushes again. This time it’s all the way down her neck toward her ample bosom. I’m kind of surprised Chase isn’t tapping this. She’s a pretty easy woman to nail down. I know I’ll be between those thighs tonight and we’re on a blind date. Couldn’t be hard for a prick with lots of cash.

It must have been a while since this woman was last fucked because her body is strung too tight. Her lips are bright red, the residue from the wine adding to the color. Every so often, she takes a deep breath and slowly exhales as if she’s trying to relax. The squirming in her seat is another indicator of her excitement. It’s going to be so easy to break this one.

“So tell me, who do youpersonallyassist?” I ask, my tone laced with innuendo.

She sighs and props an elbow on the table and rests her chin in her hand. Slowly, I move over to the seat right next to her and place my own arm on the tabletop and get really close to her face. Her eyes drift over my features, desire making them a much darker blue than they were originally. A floral scent surrounds her smelling like springtime and roses. I like roses. A lot.

“Why do you care?” she asks trying to add a layer of mystery. Lame. She thinks she can play cat and mouse with me? I’m not your typical house cat enjoying a saucer of cream. I’m a fucking jaguar that rips apart raw flesh and bites heartily into bone.

Leaning even further forward, I place a hand over her knee. The skin is bare, free of nylons. She gasps when my thumb makes contact with the skin just above her kneecap.

With tiny movements, I push up the fabric of her dress sliding my thumb along the inner thigh. Her legs clench but don’t close as I make it a scant few inches from the blistering source of heat under her dress. “You going to keep your work a secret,” I groan leaning toward her to nuzzle her neck to make her think I’m drenched in need.

“Um, no…”

“Then why are you hesitating? I’m not hesitating.” I slide my hand all the way up to cup her.

“Oh, my God,” she whispers as I rub my hand against the damp fabric. I know the moment I’ve hit the right spot because she tightens her legs caging my hand.

I press harder into her soft flesh. The wisp of lace between her thighs is nothing for me to push over and press a finger into her wet heat.

“Uh uh, fair’s fair. You’ve been driving me crazy with lust all night,” I lie. “Looking sexy as sin in that dress, and those fuck me shoes. You want to be fucked tonight don’t you?” I press harder as she hums in delight. Before long, she’s making slight movements, thrusting her hips, forcing my finger deep within her.

“I can’t believe you’re doing t-this right h-here.”

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what I’m prepared to do to get what I want.” I thrust another finger high and deep into her. “I want to know you. Everything about you. Starting with who you work for.” I nip her ear and she thrusts her hips. “It can’t be that big of a secret…can it?” I curve my fingers against the wall of her pussy and tickle that ridge inside. Little moans slip from her lips getting progressively louder. Almost loud enough that if there were more people here, we’d get caught.

This time of night is usually after the rush and I’m cashing in on that. “Tell me what I want to know. Who do you work for?” I tickle the inside wall and yank both fingers down hard. Her entire body tightens as she spirals into orgasm silently. Her head hangs down, breath coming in rapid bursts against her chest. I remove my hand sticky with her fluids and wipe it off on my napkin. “So…” I wait a beat before she responds with the one name I was ready to hear, confirmation that I’ve just gotten myself one major leap forward toward getting my girl back.

“Billionaire Chase Davis,” she lifts her head smiling. What she doesn’t know is this is my game and I’ve just won another round.

Bingo.

Chapter 14

Gillian

“Gillian, get out of bed,” Chase’s voice booms in the quiet room, digging a tiny knife into my subconscious. I pull the covers up and cower under the blanket. The bed dips near my hips. He pulls the blanket back. I’m so lethargic that even using my full strength to hold the blanket in place it’s no match for him. Throwing my forearm over my eyes I exhale loudly, making a point to show him how frustrated I am. “Come, get out of bed. Take a shower, put some comfortable clothes on and join the group for dinner.”

I shake my head keeping my arm over my eyes. “I’m tired, Chase,” I say my teeth grinding down.

“You’ve slept all day. Hell, you’ve slept all week. The girls are worried.” His fingertip trails down the side of my hairline. “I’m worried. You’ve hidden in bed all week. Enough is enough. Come on,” He tugs on my arm and pulls me up to a seated position.

The lights are too bright, the pressure in my head is overwhelming and the guilt in my heart is stifling. “Why can’t you just let me sleep?” I shove at his hands but he doesn’t relent, pulling me into a standing position and walking, more like pushing, me into the bathroom.

“I spoke with Dr. Madison. Explained how depressed you’ve been,” his blue eyes are soft as he assess me. He sets a prescription bottle of something on the counter. “It’s an anti-anxiety, anti-depressant. He said to take one a day and he’ll discuss how you feel next week.”

Tingles of anger prick at my skin making me feel more like a porcupine, ready to bite back at being attacked. He’s been talking to my therapist behind my back? With a flick of my hand, the bottle goes flying along the bathroom counter and lands in the sink. Chase’s eyes narrow and fill with heat. “You. Need. Those,” he says slowly. Too slowly.

“I’m not sick, Chase, I’m fuckingsadokay! Big difference!” My voice is harsh filled with contempt. Same tone I took with Dr. Madison when he gave me the first script. I tore it up in front of his face into tiny little pieces and let it fall to the ground like confetti. He was just as pleased at my display as Chase is now.

Chase steps closer, arms out. I take two steps back and cross my arms over my chest. “This is for your own good. You’ve checked the fuck out, Gillian. Life is happening without you in it. That is not okay. Do you not see what you’re doing by distancing yourself?”

I shake my head back and forth. Panic and anger firing on all synapsis until my skin is so hot I’m burning alive. “What life!” I roar. “You think I like having to have a body guard trail me everywhere I go. To look over my shoulder every minute of every day. To always feel like I’m being watched!” I lean over with my hands on the counter top.

“It’s to keep you safe…” Chase starts.

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