The Chase: Volume 1 Page 5

  Blair

  Acting Vice President

  Parker, Inc.

  My cock went into full salute at her last sentence. I inhaled sharply and glanced over at her. She was flipping through some documents, seemingly engrossed in what she was reviewing. But by the twisted grin on her face, I knew she had seen my reaction. I knew she had enjoyed taunting me.

  For the next two hours, I had a hard time focusing on the discussion the group was having about the deal. I kept looking over at her, and each time I had, she avoided my gaze.

  As the meeting concluded, Bill got up to shake Trent’s and Blair’s hands again. “Thanks so much for coming by today. Your insight and suggestions have been extremely helpful, and we’ll have a better idea of what your company wants as we move forward with this deal with potential foreign companies.

  “It’s been our pleasure, Bill.” Blair smiled at Bill and then looked at me for the first time since she’d sent her last email. “Your firm has made quite an impression on me.”

  “Oh?” Bill beamed in pride.

  “Yes, these draft contracts included everything we needed. And I do have say, Mr. Chase certainly has some balls. He’s bold, aggressive, and shameless. That was made very clear in his emails and comments.”

  My body tensed at her words and I searched her eyes for a clue to where she was going with her statement. But they gave nothing away.

  Bill laughed nervously and shot a glance at me. “He’s certainly a sharp shooter, and sometimes unorthodox in his approach to things. So please don’t take any offense—”

  “Don’t worry. No offense was taken. His emails and comments have been insightful to say the least, and it’s given me a lot to think about.” She paused and met Bill’s concerned eyes. “That’s something this deal needs, and it’s something our company values.”

  I was taken aback by her words. I’d always thought that after my many conquests, I’d had women figured out. But somehow, Blair threw me for a loop time and time again. She was like a wicked curve ball that I couldn’t read, throwing me off balance with her every action. And as much as that frustrated me, it excited me more than anything I’d felt before. I don’t know what it was, but I wanted more of what she had to dish out. I was officially addicted.

  When everyone was filing out of the conference room, I stayed behind as I watched Blair pack up her things.

  “I’ll meet you back at the office, Trent.” She waved to Trent, who was already walking out of the door.

  “No rush. You did a lot this week. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” Trent offered.

  I noticed Blair frown slightly before smiling. “I’m happy when I’m working like this. Don’t worry about me.” Before she finished talking, Trent was already halfway down the hallway to the elevators.

  After another minute, we were the only two left in the room. I watched her, waiting for her to look over at me. But she didn’t.

  “You know eventually you’ll have to look at me.”

  “Is that so?” Her voice was rich with amusement and flirtation.

  “Yes, it is so.” I moved to her side of the conference table and stood behind her. “Now, get out of your chair and look at me,” I commanded.

  She didn’t turn around. And she didn’t look at me. A devious little grin spread on her face. “Need I remind you that I’m the client here? That I’m your boss?”

  Before she could react, I spun her chair around, forcing her to face me. “Then boss me around,” I dared. I braced my hands against either side of the armrest, pinning her in place. She finally looked up at me with raised eyebrows and a smile as she silently challenged me to go further.

  “Tell me one thing.”

  “Only if I want to.”

  “When did you know? Did you know who I was before I bumped into you last night at the grocery store? Or did you know at the coffee shop?”

  She grinned widely at me. “Let’s just say, when I look for a potential law firm to represent my company, the first stage in my vetting process is to look at the attorney profiles on the firm websites to see who’d be capable to handle our company.”

  “You knew this entire time?” I couldn’t believe her words. Shocked that she had been playing with me since the moment she smiled at me at the grocery store.

  “Yup.” Her lips smacked as she emphasized the word.

  “So you were playing with me this entire time?” I tightened my grip around the armrests

  “No. I wasn’t playing with you.” She paused and smiled. “I was simply taking a back seat and letting you take the lead. And I must say, it was pretty amusing.”

  I got down on my knees, pushed her knees apart, causing her to gasp in surprise. Her skirt moved up her thighs as I pulled her body to the edge of her seat so her panties pressed against my abs. “Does this amuse you? Is this what you were talking about a few minutes ago when you said you valued my balls.”

  “I’m your client,” she protested, but made no effort to push me away.

  “So as my client, how can I please you.” I moved my hands to her knees, glided them up her thighs, and rested my thumbs against her panties, feeling the heat of her entrance. I felt her body stiffen as my thumbs teased her gently as they moved up and down the fabric.

  “You’re crossing the line, Mr. Chase,” she warned half-heartedly as her eyes fluttered closed.

  I leaned into her and whispered, “Let’s cut to the chase, Ms. Parker. With all your innuendos in your emails to me today, you know exactly what you want from me. You’ve been pushing me to cross the line from day one.”

  “You’re full of yourself,” she mustered out. “I don’t want anything from you.” She bit her lips as she tried to keep still against my teasing.

  “From how wet you’re getting against my fingers, I’m pretty sure that’s not the case.”

  She let out a sharp gasp as my thumb circled her throbbing clit through the fabric.

  “I—I’m your client, and…all I want to do is to talk about the case. N—nothing else.” Her breathing became ragged as she tried to focus on anything but what my hand was doing to her.

  “If that were the case, you wouldn’t be still sitting right here, squirming under my hands and begging for more.”

  “I didn’t beg,” she managed to shoot back.

  “You didn’t with your mouth, but you did with your body.”

  “I won’t give into you.” Her voice cracked and we both knew she didn’t believe her own words.

  “Fine, if it makes you feel better. You don’t need to give into me.” I paused and smirked. “Not today, at least. But I promise you this: the next time I see you, I’m going to be the best fucking coffee you’ve ever tasted in your life.”

  She drew in a sharp intake of breath and I smiled at her reaction.

  I faced her directly and held my mouth just an inch from her slightly-parted lips. “Next time I see you, I’ll show you how awake I can keep you at all hours of the night. When I’m through with you, you’ll be begging for more, and with more than just your body.”

  Without another word, I got up and walked out of the conference room, leaving her panting and staring after me.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “Dean, I’m serious. This is a mistake.” Josh threw a stack of documents on my desk in front of me.

  It was an updated draft contract for the Parker case, littered with red pen mark-ups on every page. I grabbed the draft. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I thumbed through the pages, irritated that he was wasting my time.

  “Look at Provision 3(b) on page twenty-one. That wasn’t what we discussed in the meeting two week with Ms. Parker. I wrote down that they want $15 million in escrow, not $10 million.”

  I looked at Provision 3(b) and then pulled out my own notes from that meeting. “Shit, you’re right.” I slumped against my chair, feeling the frustration growing inside. “Thanks for catching that, man. The partners would have ripped me a new one if they saw this. I’m not su
re how I missed that.”

  “What the fuck is going on with you lately, Dean?” Josh looked at me with concern.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I pretended to not know what he was referring to.

  “This is like the fifth time you’ve fucked up on this case in the last two weeks. That’s not like you at all. You’re the most scrupulous associate I know here. Shit, you’re the one who’s always telling us that the devil’s in the details. What fucking gives?”

  I let out a deep sigh. “I just have a lot on my mind lately. No big deal.”

  “Anything I can help you with?”

  Unless you’re Blair, then no! I thought. I held my tongue and just shook my head. “Thanks for catching the error. I need to get back to work, man.”

  “Okay. See you at the Halloween party tonight? I heard some of our clients are actually going to show up this year.”

  My ears perked up, but I didn’t let it show. “Yeah. Sure, I’ll see you there.”

  After Josh left my office, I slumped against my chair. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I hadn’t seen Blair since that day at the meeting over two weeks ago. She hadn’t contacted me except for a few short emails with instructions about the draft contracts. But they were nothing like the emails she’d sent before. They were all business. No flirtation. No sarcasm. No innuendos.

  Why the fuck does it matter? Go fuck another girl! I groaned with frustration as these thoughts ran through my head. I could not believe it’d be two whole weeks since I’d gotten laid. By choice!

  Ever since I found out who Blair was, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head. And what was worse was that I hadn’t wanted to fuck another girl since. She plagued my every thought, my every action, my every fiber. And the longer I’d gone without talking to her, the harder it was for me to think about anything else but her.

  Out of frustration and desperation, I sent her an email.

  To: B. Parker

  From: Dean Chase

  Re: Halloween

  Ms. Parker,

  I hope to see you at tonight’s Halloween party the firm is throwing. You always struck me as a client who works hard and plays hard.

  Also, I want to remind you of the promise I made you after the meeting two weeks ago. You may not know this, but I am always a man of my word. You should be prepared for that.

  Coffee Drinker

  Associate

  William & Sutter LLP.

  She responded within seconds after I sent off the email.

  To: Dean Chase

  From: B. Parker

  Re: Clear Do-Not-Cross Line

  Mr. Chase:

  Knowing that you plan to keep your promise leaves me no choice but to not attend this event. I must apologize if I’ve ever led you to believe I wanted to try some new coffee. Let me set the record straight. I. DO. NOT.

  Please treat me like any client. Going forward, Trent will be your main contact person on this case. I will make him aware of this change first thing tomorrow morning. Direct any future emails to him.

  B. Parker

  Acting Vice President

  Parker, Inc.

  “What the fuck is going on?” My chest tightened as I read her email. I had no idea why she’d become so cold. Had I read all the signs wrong? I thought back to our interactions and email exchanges. She had clearly been flirtatious. She had teased me the entire time. And she was drenching wet against your hands. My cock stiffened at the memory of my thumbs soaking wet with her juices with only a thin later of fabric separating them from her pussy.

  But now she wasn’t going to show up to the party because she wanted to avoid me. Now she was handing me over to Trent. Now she wanted nothing to do with me.

  I felt a sharp pain radiate through my chest at the idea of never seeing her again.

  “Stop it, Dean!” I tried to shake her out of my mind. Why do I even care? I wondered. She means nothing to me! Just a fucking notch I can’t get. It’s time to fucking move on!

  Is this what pussy-whipped status feels like? The thought crept into my head and it stopped me cold.

  “Fuck no!” I grabbed my phone and dialed a number. “I’ll show her just how much I don’t fucking care about her!”

  ***

  “You make a fucking hot Superman.” Veronica grabbed my ass as we got out of the cab in front of Hotel W where the firm-sponsored Halloween party was being held.

  “And you know what I do to pussy cats, don’t you?” I flashed her a dangerous smile as my eyes devoured her skin-tight Catwoman outfit that hugged every inch of her body.

  “What?” She eyed me with lust.

  “I eat them out and fuck them hard until they’re purring for more.”

  She gasped as I ran my fingers across her pussy.

  When we walked into the hotel ballroom, Veronica’s eyes lit up as she took in the entire room. “Wow, this is such a glamorous party!” She grabbed a flute of red-colored champaign from the table. “Cool! They think of everything!”

  She handed me a champaign. “Want one?”

  “Sure.” I grabbed the glass and threw it back.

  She giggled. “Slow down. That’s champaign. You’re not suppose to drink it like it’s a shot, silly.”

  “Right,” I mumbled. As much as I wanted to believe that I was having fun with this blonde, I knew that I wasn’t. I was in a foul mood, and I knew that no amounts of alcohol or Veronicas were going to fix that.

  “Oh my God,” I heard her shriek, “look at that girl! Her Cleopatra outfit is gorgeous.”

  I had no interest in what Veronica was gushing over, but I needed to get laid tonight, so I followed her gaze to the girl she had point out.

  My body froze the second I saw her. “I can’t fucking believe it.”

  “What?” Veronica gave me a confused look.

  “Nothing.” I took a deep breath as I offered my arm to Veronica, who beamed up at me.

  I looked over at Blair, dressed in a tight jeweled Cleopatra assemble that left very little to the imagination. My breathing quickened as my eyes took in her toned exposed mid-section. She looked more stunning than I remembered, and I couldn’t believe she actually came to this party. What does this mean?

  I knew I needed answered. “I know her.”

  Veronica looked at me in surprise. “You do?”

  I laughed. “This is my firm’s event. Yes, she’s a client of mine.”

  “Oh.” I could sense the jealousy laced in her response.

  “Come on, let’s say hi.”

  “Okay. Sure.” She followed me reluctantly toward Blair.

  “Hi, Ms. Parker. You look quite stunning tonight.”

  Blair looked over at us in response to her name. When she saw that it was me, I saw a flash of something in her eyes. But it immediately disappeared.

  “Hi, Mr. Chase. Thank you for the compliment. I see you brought a date.” Blair flashed a megawatt smile at Veronica.

  “Hi, I’m Veronica.”

  “I’m Blair. It’s very nice to meet you. I didn’t know Mr. Chase had a girlfriend.” She emphasized the word girlfriend and for a moment, it was almost as if she was jealous.

  “She’s not my girlfriend,” I immediately snapped. I wasn’t sure why I flinched involuntarily at that word. I saw a look of triumph in Blair’s expression at my comment. I could also tell that the blonde was upset and threatened by Blair, who was by far the most gorgeous woman at the party tonight. But I knew I had to keep my composure. I couldn’t let Blair see the affect she had on me. After her email earlier today, I couldn’t let her think she had any hold on me.

  “Well, what I meant to say was, we haven’t exactly talked about titles yet. We’ve been having way too much fun.” I slid my hand around Veronica’s waist and pulled her closer to me. She gladly stepped into the role of being my title-less girlfriend as she leaned into my chest and smiled at Blair. And to add insult to injury, I added, “In fact, this was the blonde I was telling you about in one
of my emails to you a few weeks ago.”

  I immediately saw Blair’s calm expression falter for a brief moment.

  Apparently Veronica did too, and seized this opportunity. She looked up at me with a giggle. “You know what?”

  I wasn’t sure what she was doing but decided to play along. “What sweetie?”

  “You’re so right, Dean. Blondes have way more fun.”

  I snickered as Veronica ran her fingers down my exposed chest as she shot Blair a taunting smile. I loved it when women made each other jealous because of me.

  This will teach Blair. She shouldn’t have rejected my advances before.

  But to my surprise, Blair’s calm expression returned. She gave a snort and took a challenging step toward us.

  “Blondes may have more fun, but I heard brunettes make for better lovers.”

  The blonde glared at her and huffed. “Says who?”

  Blair’s alluringly supple lips curled into a teasing smirk. “All my lovers.”

  Her retort blindsided me. She was a firecracker and as much as I wanted to deny it, I wanted her more than ever.

  “Hey, Veronica. Do you mind grabbing some more champagne for us? I need to talk to Ms. Parker about a work matter.”

  Veronica saw through my lie and glared at me. “Fine. I’ll leave you two alone. Don’t mind me, there are plenty of hot, rich men here for me to choose from.”

  We watched her storm off.

  “Well looks like you made your girlfriend upset, Mr. Chase,” Blair taunted me.

  I wasn’t sure what it was—whether it was her use of the word “girlfriend,” or whether it was her calling Veronica my girlfriend, but at that moment, I snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore, and grabbed her arm. “Come with me!”

  “What are you doing?” she hissed but made no effort to resist. Instead she followed me as I lead us out of the ballroom and into a secluded hallway in the hotel. “Why are we here?” she demanded.

  I backed her up against the wall. “Because I need you!” I growled in a deep, ragged voice.