Damn it! Chance was working around her defenses. But she had more to fight for than just some good time. She really needed him in her life. In the few days since they’d reconnected, she had discovered how incredible it was to have someone who really saw her for who she really was. It was nice to be allowed to laugh and joke. To have an opinion that didn’t follow everyday convention. Someone to really talk with.
Melora didn’t want to give it up. Couldn’t go back to the awful isolation that had been so much a part of her life for too many years now. It didn’t matter the number of people surrounding her, there was only one person who actually saw her.
“Chance, this is serious.”
Her lips pressed together in a firm line as she sought a way to make him understand.<
He couldn’t just kiss her. Not Chance. No! He had to make a point as he did it. Eyes locked with Melora’s, forcing her to watch as he whittled the distance between them, covered her mouth with his, and sank into his task with slow, deliberate pressure. She couldn’t close her eyes or look away. But even as panic licked amongst the flames engulfing her, she held strong. Stoically taking what Chance gave her, Melora told herself to enjoy it, that it would be the last. If she could maintain her control here, then she’d have had her cake and eaten it, too. She’s going to have one night with Chance and a lifetime of friendship to follow. Melora watched him, watching her. Gentle suction pulled at her restraint. The back-and-forth rub of firm masculine lips wore on her soft lips. God, he was so good… Patient and skilled and, if memo
Saturday morning, Melora emerged from Chance’s bedroom blurry-eyed and totally desperate for caffeine. Waking alone in his huge bed, she’d managed to locate her panties and Chance’s discarded t-shirt from the night before, but after minutes of fruitless searching for her jeans, she abandoned the quest. Bare-legged, she padded down the hall following the fresh-brewed divine scent of dark roast coffee. Nothing better than a large cup of coffee to finally start functioning better and give this day a new meaning. The night before they had been to a wine bar for dinner and, though delicious, that third glass was wreaking havoc on her head this morning. Halfway through their Gran Velas Tacos, requested especially by Chance for her, a couple of his friends had turned up and joined them.&n
Too bad her poorly dressed behind was hanging out, ruining the entire effect of that scene. When Chance deposited her at the door of the master bath, Melora touched his arm and looked up at him imploringly.“Uhm, Chance… How about I let you catch up with your father? I’ll see you later… maybe?!” His hand closed over hers with a telling squeeze.“Not a chance in hell, babe! I’m giving you thirty minutes and then you’ll sit there with us enjoying breakfast and making small talk with Professor Benson. That’s what good, supportive, wonderful girlfriends do for their men,” he replied and smiled mischievously at her. “Oh… I see it now… Tell me, Chance Benson, are you afraid of your father?” She rais
They had spent the evening enjoying a good dinner, drinks, and non-stop laughter at the ‘Fort Sanderson’, home of Diana and Stephen Sanderson, Chance’s old-time friends. He tried to warn her ahead of time about his former CFO’s larger-than-life personality trapped in a pixie-sized body but it wasn’t until Melora found herself gasping for breath within the enthusiastic squeeze of Diana’s shockingly strong arms that she fully grasped his meaning. Stunned, Melora took a step back, laughing as Chance steadied her with a hand at her hip.“Diana, I think you broke my date’s every single rib,” he joked, dodging to avoid the swat of her arm.“Oh, Chance, do shut up!” She took a deep breath that seemed to fill her entire body, n
Minutes later they were rounding the top level of the parking garage in Chance’s building. The sun burned low in the sky, casting the plain concrete supports in gilded rays.“It was incredible, Chance!” He barely heard her over the roar of the engine echoing through the structure and waited until he’d pulled to a stop and cut the engine to respond. Pushing the machine up on its stand, Chance grinned.“Glad you had fun.”“I’m not entirely sure fun even begins to describe it…” She was so hyped… Chance stripped off his helmet and then turned to help her with hers. Damn it! That smile was enough to drive a man crazy. And about that… he had some payback to attend to.“Come here!”
Chance pulled a suit from his closet and laid it over the end of the bed where Melora lazed beneath the blankets.“Babe, I’ll be back Wednesday evening. We can have a late dinner.” A pair of shorts, track pants, t-shirts, and socks were stacked randomly within his case. Straightening the lot, Chance caught the languid stretch of a pale arm by the headboard, the shifting of a slender leg. That image made him consider shoving the whole packing mess to the floor and using the bed for the purpose it was intended.“How is it I’ve gotten spoiled on you in only one month?” came the quiet purr from amid the sheets. “Five days is so long… it’s an eternity… it’s living without air.” He smiled, taking her pout for the stroke to his
“Mother, Brando’s here,” Melora called, watching from the front window as the black Porsche pulled into the circular drive. It had been weeks since she’d seen Brando and, aside from the one brusque call she’d received about the folly of getting involved with ‘Benson’, he’d been unusually quiet, busy running ‘Channing Industries’ outstandingly well. Heading to the foyer, Melora heard the thud of a car door and then stilled mid-step at the sound of another. A moment later the front door swung open wide and her brother strode in, an insolent grin on his face and Charlton behind him. Melora’s back straightened, her jaw setting hard.“Hey, Mel,” Brando said in a naughty tone as he crossed to take her in a quick hug. “Hope you don’t mind that I’ve
One look at her and Chance knew something was wrong with Melora. He stood by the exit watching the dinner crowd. The upscale Italian restaurant was one of his favorites and Melora had mentioned it as one of hers as well, but tonight she’d barely had a bite of her food and her glass of wine sat all but untouched on the table. He’d gone to her place straight from the airport, willing to see her, ready to pick up where they’d left off almost a week before. The business trip had been a success and he was in the mood for a celebration. But even before they’d made it to the car, Chance had sensed something off. Usually, they’d talked easily enough, laughed, and caught up, but every few minutes her attention would drift, leaving him to wonder where she’d gone.