Free The Chase, Volume 3 by Jessica Wood Page A

appears to be so grandiose and imaginative—but you’re wrong. Those “eight, hard inches,” as you put it, have not changed my position on things. In fact, your cock should really refrain from claiming something its home before it has actually secured the keys to the front door. Perhaps this is why it’s, as you put it, homeless.
    :)
    BUT , something else has indeed changed my position on our predicament. It was something I heard this morning.
    Now, you seem to be a man of many talents—one of which appears to be your ability to stalk. Quite honestly, I never knew a stalker would be so incredible in bed. Does your stalker capabilities extend to phone numbers too?
     
    Blair & A Home Up For Grabs
    P.S. Thanks for the breakfast. It was indeed the most amazing home-cooked breakfast I’ve ever had.
     
    I read the email several times with a huge grin on my face. Does this mean she’s willing to spend more time with me and see where things go? And what’s this thing she heard? Just as I was about to pull up a web browser on my phone to try to find her number, a voice interrupted me from behind.
    “Excuse me? Do you mind moving a little to the side? You’re taking up half the cream and sugar stand.”
    “Oh.” I blinked and realized I had lost track of where I was the second I had received Blair’s email. “Of course. Sorry.” I grabbed my coffee from the counter and walked out of the coffee shop. As I walked back toward my office, I began to search for Blair’s number on my phone. 
    I found it after a few minutes, listed on her LinkedIn account. I smiled as I called the number, anxious to hear her voice.
    “Hello?” she answered after two rings.
    “Now how about those keys to the front door?”
    I heard her giggle on her end. “Wow, you’re good.”
    “You make it too easy, baby. So are you impressed now?”
    She laughed. “Of course not. I’m not easily impressed. Should I be?”
    I smiled at how much I enjoyed her feistiness. “Yes, you most definitely should be. In fact, you should be so impressed that you insist that I deserve an award for my efforts.”
    “An award? Please elaborate.” I could hear the relish in her voice as she played coy.
    “I was thinking something more informal and in-person.”
    “And private?” she asked with amusement.
    “Baby, I don’t need it private. My cock can find its home anywhere.”
    I heard her quick intake of breath and I knew she wanted me.
    “So when can I see you again?” I asked when she didn’t respond.
    “Well actually, there was something I wanted to tell you and I’d like to do it in person.”
    “Oh really?”
    “Yeah. Are you free for some coffee?”
    “Baby, after how many times I’d made you come last night, you know I’m always free for some coffee.”
    She laughed. “Dean, get your mind out of the gutter. When I said coffee, I meant coffee.”
    “Oh.” I felt a bit deflated.
    “Yup,” she continued. “Like the dark, tiny brown bean kind…not the long, thick, and deliciously pink kind.”
    My cock immediately perked up as a smirk spread across my face. “Fuck, I’ll be honest here. That long, thick, and deliciously pink kind just got a whole lot longer, thicker, and deliciously juicier.”
    “I’ll bet,” she taunted and I could almost see the satisfied smiled on her face.
    I chuckled. “How about this? Let’s compromise, let’s grab both kinds of coffee. You name the time and place, and I promise you that we will both come in more ways than one.”
    She let out a barely audible gasp. “Could you be ready to meet in half an hour?”
    I looked down at the growing bulge below and threw my untouched coffee into the nearby trash bin. “I’m ready now.”
    “Oh.” She paused. “So am I. I’m home now, so do you mind meeting me at the Blue Bottle Coffee in Hayes Valley?”
    “I’ll be there in ten.” Just before I hung up on her, I spotted something. “Wait!”
    “What?” I heard the alarm in her voice.
    I smiled.