Page 64 of Bossman

Chase finally looking up at me that first night in the hallway of the restaurant. God, he is gorgeous.

Shirtless at the gym, beads of water trickling down his carved chest.

My breathing sped up.

Today outside the fitting room. The way he looked at me, his eyes stripping away anything in his way. His words—“I’m attracted to everything about you.”

God.

Oh God.

So close. So fast.

Until…

A loud knock made me jump.

Jesus.

I sprang upright, my breathing erratic like I’d just sprinted a marathon.

“Reese?” Chase’s voice called. He’d knocked on the interior door between our rooms.

I cleared my throat. “Yes?”

“Can I borrow your iPhone charger? I forgot to pick one up today.”

“Ummm…sure. Give me a minute to find it.”

My hands were shaking as I turned on the light and began to rip apart my overnight bag in search of my charger. What the hell am I doing?

Finding it, I took a deep breath and steadied myself for thirty seconds before opening the door between us. I couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Here you go,” I said to his shoulder.

“Thanks.”

My voice sounded odd, even to me. The pitch was high and…I was talking way too fast in one long run-on, unpunctuated sentence. “You’re welcome you can keep it I won’t need it until the morning I was just going to go to bed anyway.”

Chase’s brow was furrowed when I glanced up. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He wasn’t buying it. “I don’t know.” Looking over my shoulder, he checked out my room. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” I responded way too fast.

“Nothing, huh?”

My face was flushed, and I could feel a sheen of perspiration on my forehead and cheeks, but damn if I wasn’t going to try to lie my way right through it.

Chase’s eyes trailed down the length of my body, and then our gazes locked.

And I knew.

He knew.

He knew.