Page 73 of Chasing Lyric
I let out a loud exhale before I slump. “Jesus! Scare a girl half to death, Chase.”
He shifts his position from the hall and walks toward me. “My bad. It’s just so amazing watching you in your element.”
I snort, moving to the coffee table, wiping it down. “Not my element. Not even in the same stratosphere.”
He exhales, stepping right up to me and grabs my elbow. “Lyri, what if I told you I knew someone… someone who was in the music industry and could help you get your singing career off the ground?”
I screw up my face in annoyance. “I’d tell you to tellyour someoneto go to hell because I’m not now, nor will I ever be, interested. You know this, Chase.”
He exhales. “But what if—”
“Beetlejuice!” I yell out, my arms flying into the air in frustration.
He stops instantly, his eyes widening as he assesses me.
“I don’t want to fucking talk about this, Chase. I call Beetlejuice on this conversation, okay?”
He gulps hard. “Okay…” His tone is clearly deflated as he backs away a little. “Whatever you want, Lyri. I only want what’s best for you.”
Dammit!I immediately feel like I’ve let Mother Tay Tay down.In her very poetic words,‘I need to calm down.’
I step a little closer, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I know. This brings me to another point… we have been dating for about four months. When do you think we should be meeting our families?”
He tenses. “My dad’s so busy—”
“What about your mom?” I interrupt.
His eyes roam all over the place like he’s trying to come up with some excuse but is drawing a blank. “I can ask if she has some time.”
“Can you? I’d love to meet her. I’ll ask my family, but they’re all around the world on tour right now. As soon as any of them get back in the country, I will have them come over to meet you.”
His face goes still, like the idea of meeting them genuinely rattles him. It’s the first flicker of uncertainty I’ve seen in him. Mr. Hallmark himself is actually nervous about making a goodimpression? I never would have pegged him for the type to get in his own head. He’s usually so damn confident, it borders on cocky.
He pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I’d love that. But right now, we have somewhere to be. I need to get you in the shower and ready to go out.”
“And where are we going exactly?”
“To have some fun.”
I raise my brow with a smirk. “Oh, we are, are we?”
“Uh-huh, and we won’t be alone. So, we need to hurry up because they’ll be waiting.”
My eyes open wide. “Who?”
“You’ll see.” He grabs my hand, ushering me toward my shower in haste.
I grin up at him. “You look like you’ve had a tough day at work. I think you need to unwind a little before we go out. A nice, hot, relaxing shower should help you with that. Don’t you think?”
He keeps pushing me toward my bathroom. “Babe, there isn’t enough time for me to have a shower as well. I’m good. You get ready, and I’ll feed Polly,” he states.
I let out a low, sultry groan, turning in his arms and ditching my subtlety like panties on prom night. His body stills, the shift in my tone not lost on him. His eyes drop to mine, narrowing like he’s about to lecture me, but that righteous Hallmark energy falters the second my hand drops to palm his cock through his suit pants, and he twitches in my hand.
Oh, he felt that.
So did I.
His chest rises sharply, a curse caught on his tongue as I squeeze him just enough to remind him I mean business. “Think about it, Chase,” I murmur, my voice husky with promise. “We both need a shower, but there’s only limited time.”
