Page 53 of Bossman
His finger stopped tracing. “Is that what you were doing tonight? Shopping for meat?”
“Nope. Just enjoying a night out with my friend.”
“Because if meat is what you’re looking for…”
I smacked his abs playfully, but I could feel how hard his body was underneath his shirt. Note to self, keep your hands at your sides at all times, for your own safety.
“Is this how you meet women? You go stalking at clubs looking all sexy at midnight?”
“Not generally. This is the first time I’ve been inside a club—unless it was for an event I had to attend—in years.”
“Where do you meet women then?”
“Various places.”
“That’s specific.” I lifted a brow.
“Okay. Let’s see... The last woman I went out with I met on a flight from California.”
“Was that Bridget?”
“No.”
“Where did you meet Bridget?”
“A party.”
“Work party?”
The waitress brought our drinks, and Chase gulped half his glass.
“Thirsty?”
“Just trying to take the edge off.”
“So…Bridget. What kind of a party?”
“I’d prefer not to talk about other women when I’m sitting here with you.”
“Okay. What would you like to talk about then?”
“Why don’t we start with all the things I thought about doing to you tonight?” His gaze slid down my face and took its time as it appreciated my body in the form-fitting little black dress I wore.
Watching him look at me with all that hunger weakened my resistance.
I swallowed. “Chase…”
He responded by lifting my hand and bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”
“Enough.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not a man who takes advantage only because Peppermint Schnapps has relaxed a woman’s uncertainty.”
It was my turn to gulp from my glass. I was feeling lightheaded, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol. “So are you saying that no matter what I say or do, you won’t be sleeping with me tonight””
