Free The Chase, Volume 2 by Jessica Wood Page A

could still hear Dean’s voice from the bathroom. It sounded like he was on a call. “Fuck, I need to get out of here.” Panic coursed through me as I cringed at the memories of everything we’d done last night. How did I let things get this far? How did I let myself lose control like that?
    In less than a minute, I was back in my Cleopatra outfit and heading toward the door, bracing myself for the walk of shame down to the underground garage of the hotel where my car was parked.
    “Where are you going?” His sudden voice behind me jolted me to a halt.
    My body stiffened as I felt his eyes burn onto my back. I took a deep breath before turning around to face him. “I’m leaving.”
    “That’s it?”
    “What are you talking about?” I finally met his eyes as I tried to figure out the meaning behind his question.
    “Were you just going to leave like that without saying a word?”
    His tone was cold but I saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
    “What’s there to say. ” I kept my voice flat as I held his gaze without showing my emotions. “I have a meeting this morning, so I need to leave.”
    “On a Saturday morning?” He cocked an eyebrow skeptically.
    “Yes,” I lied. “On a Saturday morning.” I was relieved that my voice hadn’t betrayed me and gave away my lie.
    “Well…” He paused and I saw his face soften as he looked at me. “I thought that after last night, we could go grab some breakfast and talk, or something.” He watched me for a second and his lips twisted into a crooked smile. “Or we can just enjoy some strong coffee together.”
    My stomach flipped at his invitation. There was a part of me that wanted to say yes. There was a part of me that wanted to be anyone but Blair Parker at that moment so that I could freely explore whatever it was that I was feeling with this man.
    But reality was a bitch, and that wasn’t my fate. After everything that’d happened, after everything I’d given up, I’d worked too hard to have a wrong relationship ruin it all. Even if I were to overlook our professional relationship, I knew the type of guy Dean was. He was certainly in the “wrong relationship” category.
    “Look, you’re my lawyer, and I’m your client. I think that’s all there is to it.” I turned my back to him as I tried to keep my personal feelings at bay. “Let’s just pretend last night didn’t happen. I think that’ll be the best thing for both of us.” I reached for the door and opened it.
    “Stop.”
    Something in his commanding voice caused me to obey and I stood in the middle of the opened door waiting for his next move. I wasn’t sure what it was about this man, but even from our very first interaction that night at the grocery store, I knew he had a power over me that I’d never felt before. I heard him approach me in silence. Every part of my brain screamed at me to walk out the door and leave immediately before this mistake became any bigger.
    But my body wouldn’t listen as it rooted me in place.
    I inhaled sharply when I felt his hands around my waist.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” My question stammered out as I tried to suppress the growing need for him inside me.
    “What do you think?” There was an edge of danger in his voice and I knew I had angered him. His hold was firm and forceful as he pulled me toward him.
    “Dean, stop it.” I tried to push his hands off me.
    “Say my name again.” He moved one hand down my side, tightening his grip as his fingers moved down on my skin. 
    “We can’t do this again,” I begged.
    “But—“ he turned me around suddenly, forcing me to face him, and pulled me up against his naked body, his stiff manhood rubbed against the thin fabric of my Cleopatra outfit. “We will do this again. Because…” He held my waist with one hand as his other hand moved up to my face. His fingers traced the outlines of my face. “When I hear my name from those lips of yours…” He inserted his thumb