Page 62 of Worth the Chase

“Weare not mad at her. It’s okay. I think it’s for the best.”

“It’s definitely in the glasses’ best interest,” I added, trying to lighten the mood, but I thought Bells had meant what she said. She didn’t seem upset.

“It is.” She smiled.

“Can I see you later?” I gave her a wink, and her cheeks instantly started to redden.

“I want to spend the next couple of days with Anna. I’m going to help her pack and just hang out until she abandons me forever,” she explained, and even though I was disappointed, I understood. “Is that okay?” she asked, and I nodded.

“Of course it’s okay. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay. Thank you again for the flowers. I love them.”

I love you,I thought, but didn’t dare say out loud.

To my surprise, two days away from Bells hadn’t actually killed me. I missed her like crazy though, already craving her daily presence in my life like oxygen or some shit. Talking and FaceTiming hadn’t been enough to calm me down. All it did was rile me up more, and I found myself jerking off to thoughts of her in my bed and in the shower more times than I cared to count.

I was in deep, and we’d only had one date. One date that had ended far too soon for my liking. I swore I’d never take the woman to eat another meal again if every one ended the way that one had.

After another early morning shower session with imaginary Bells, who was a damn goddess in my fantasies, I dried off and got myself dressed before driving off to my meeting.

We were closing on my house today, and I couldn’t be more excited for this next step. It felt like such an adult move, owning a home.

After a few hours, I stood in some office, holding a set of keys and a garage door opener. Bells was standing next to me, her eyes staring at the check in her hands like the amount was a surprise instead of a percentage she knew was coming. I glancedover her shoulder at the five-figure number and started nodding, feeling good that she wouldn’t have to worry about money for a while.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Should we celebrate?”

“You should have a housewarming party for sure.”

She spun around to face me, and I took her in my arms and gave her a hug, my body reacting to her nearness. When she pushed away, she glanced down at my crotch and shook her head.

“I was talking about you and me. Should we celebrate our new home?”

A loud laugh erupted from her mouth. She sounded so happy. “You keep calling it that, and I might start to believe you mean it.”

“Oh, I mean it,” I said before dipping my head and taking her mouth with mine, not caring who saw.

My tongue moved past her lips, and she kissed me like she’d been doing it all her life. Our movements were in sync, our breathing and bodies humming in the same frequency. I swore I could feel the sparks between us.

Kissing Bells was like a fucking dream I never wanted to wake up from, but when someone cleared their throat, I broke the kiss and shot the person a nasty look.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we have another client coming in, and we need the room,” some lady said, and I simply gave her a nod.

“I need to get to myrealjob anyway,” Bells said as we walked out of the conference room, holding hands.

Once we reached the front doors, I held it open for her to walk through. “You’re always working.” I pouted.

She stopped moving and shoved at my chest. I barely budged.

“And you don’t work enough.”

Fuck.

She wasn’t even remotely wrong about that.

“You’re right.”

I gave her another kiss once she got situated in her tiny car.

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