Page 11 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

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Luck!

Channel your inner Arwen.

I shove my phone into my backpack and remember I’m not wearing pants. I quickly jam my legs into the pyjama pants they provided. Chase comes out of the bathroom while I’m trying to cinch them around the waist by pulling the drawstring as tight as it will go. I tie a quick bow, praying they’ll stay where they are, but they slide down my legs and pool at my feet.

He rubs his full bottom lip. “Those are a little big on you, huh?”

I hold my fingers a fraction of an inch apart. “Just a touch.”

He snickers.

I roll my eyes and chuckle. “Everything I came here in is still soaking wet.”

“Yeah. I saw your stuff in the bathroom.”

Horror hits me. MyLord of the Rings“My Precious” underwear is hanging on the shower rod.

I avoid looking at him and slide between the sheets, turning off the bedside lamp before I pull the covers up over my head. “Night.”

“Night.” The bed dips and he flicks off the other light, submerging us in darkness. He settles in, rustling around a bit, maybe trying to get comfortable while I lie here like a frozen corpse.

His breathing evens out in less than two minutes.

“Of course,” I mutter.

He’s one of those people whose head hits the pillow and two seconds later they’re dead to the world. Essie is like that. So is my dad. I’m the person who has to read for an hour before my mind settles enough to allow sleep. But I can’t read right now.And I don’t want to move and risk waking him. So I stare at the ceiling and pray to the Gods of Embarrassment that I don’t dream about him tonight.

I must eventually pass out because when I wake, the clock is flashing, signaling the power went out. The wind howls outside, and rain continues to patter the window. It makes the already urgent need to pee that much more unbearable. I quietly slide out of bed and am momentarily confused by my surroundings until I remember that my dorm room has been rained on by the sprinklers and I’m at the hotel down the street. And I’m sleeping next to the guy I’ve been lusting after for weeks.

I hustle to the bathroom and close the door, then feel around for the light switch, blinking against the horrible brightness as my eyes struggle to adjust. I lock the door, gather up the giant hoodie, and nearly end up sitting in the toilet because the seat is up. “Fucking dudes and their noodles,” I gripe.

I flip it down, and it hits the porcelain with a thwack. I’m too desperate to care if I wake up my roommate. I unleash a waterfall and groan at the relief. Once I’m done, I flush, wash my hands, and check to see if my clothes are dry. My pants are still damp, but my shirt and undies are dry. I fold the shirt and tuck my underwear between them but leave them on the vanity for morning.

I flick off the light before I leave the bathroom and wait a good thirty seconds for my eyes to readjust to the darkness before I open the door. I don’t make it three steps before a huge looming figure appears in front of me.

Self-preservation mode is instantly activated. I grab the thick, well-muscled arm and come in low with my right shoulder, flipping the huge figure over my back.

It isn’t until Chase lands on the floor with a groan and a thud that makes the whole room shake, that I realize my mistake.

CHAPTER 6

CHASE

One second I’m standing in the middle of the hotel room, waiting for the bathroom to be free, the next a shoulder is crammed into my stomach and I find myself flying through the air. And hitting the floor with enough force to knock the wind out of me.

“What the fuck,” I groan.

The bedside light comes on.

“Shit. Sorry. You scared the crap out of me!” Cameron rushes across the room. Her hair is a wild mess, her eyes are wide, and she looks ridiculous in the massive hoodie that looks like it was made for a giant.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” I’m still lying on the floor, mostly because I’m trying to recover. I’m also processing what just happened. Weird little Cameron has suddenly turned into weird, fuckhot Cameron. There’s literally nothing to her and she just flipped me over her shoulder. I’m six-four and two hundred pounds. There’s nothing quite as sexy as a tiny woman who can kick ass.

“It was a reflex. I didn’t expect you to be looming!”

“Looming?”

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