Page 95 of Tempting the Player
“You did?”
“Of course,” he drawled lazily. “I had to come see what little Maddie Daniels was blowing.”
Chapter Two
About a second after those words left his mouth, Chase realized his mistake, but damn, he didn’t regret them. A fierce, hot, and downright sinful flush stole across her cheeks and down her throat. There was a part of him—a ruthless fragment—that would break legs and crush hands to see how far that blush traveled.
But like he’d learned before, at the last possible second, Maddie Daniels was a line not meant to be crossed.
Her pouty lips thinned and anger flared in her hazel eyes, turning them more green than brown. Her eyes shifted colors based on her emotions, and lately he’d seen them green more times than not.
“That was kind of crude, Chase.”
He shrugged. Civility wasn’t his middle name. “Are you going to stay in the car or get out?”
Maddie looked like she would have to be torn from the car. “Am I supposed to just leave it here, along the side of the road?”
“I called a tow truck, and they’re on their way. If you pop your trunk, I’ll get your stuff.”
Her gaze finally moved past him, and he felt his chest ease. “Nice car,” she said.
Chase looked over his shoulder at the black Porsche gleaming in the sunlight. “It’s a car.” One of three he owned. He wished he’d brought his truck instead, but the thing guzzled gas like nothing else. Turning back to the little problem at hand, he stepped aside. “Maddie, are you coming with me or not?”
She stared up at him, almost defiantly, which was laughable. Maddie was all of five foot three and probably weighed a buck ten. He towered over her and could easily throw her over his shoulder with one arm.
Their eyes locked.
With each passing second, pulling her out of the car and throwing her over his shoulder seemed more likely. Maybe he’d give her a spanking he damn well knew she deserved.
Cock said yes by swelling almost painfully in his jeans.
Common sense said no with the punch to the gut.
If Chase was anything in life, he was his father—successful at a young age, determined, wealthy, and carrying the family gene enabling him to fuck up any serious relationship within ten seconds.
And everyone, even Maddie, knew he was just like his father.
So it’s definitely time for a better tactic, he thought, taking a deep breath. “There’s a slice of cheesecake your mom put aside with your name on it.”
Maddie’s eyes glazed over. He’d seen that look a few times before. Chocolate and desserts had given her that post-sex-bliss look ever since he could remember, and that wasn’t helping with the problem in his jeans.
The car door flew open without any warning, and he narrowly avoided accidental impotency by jumping out of the way.
“Cheesecake,” she repeated, grinning. “Does it have strawberry topping?”
He fought a grin. “With a side of chocolate for dipping, just like you love.”
She popped her hands on her curvy hips and cocked her head to the side. “Then what are you waiting for?” She pushed a button on her keys, and the trunk popped open. “Every second that passes between me and that cheesecake, the more dangerous this trip will get.”
This trip was already dangerous.
He stalked to the back of her truck while she grabbed items from the backseat. Only one suitcase rested in the trunk. Maddie was always a light packer. He’d dated girls who couldn’t stay a night away without three outfits and a dozen pairs of shoes. Maddie was low maintenance, probably a product of growing up with a bunch of rowdy boys.
Grabbing her luggage, he slammed the trunk, then rounded the rear of her car and drew up short. Jesus Christ…
She was bent over, tugging a long garment bag from the backseat. The thin linen of her pants stretched over the round ass he knew she worked hard for. How many times had he watched her on the elliptical at the gym? Too many times to count.
He really needed to start working out at a different time.
