"Nothing… I just remember something," he sighed and looked at her like he was so bored and that her existence doesn't matter, "Miss Patterson, this is Gary's future we’re talking about; surely, he is your friend, and you care about him?" Chase’s keen eyes had noted all her little defence mechanisms: the way her lips had pursed, the tension in her shoulders, the buttoning of the jacket. "You wouldn’t want to write it off in a five-minute summary just because you happen to have a hot date for the evening, would you?""Oh God, I don’t have a hot date. I merely promised my son to rewatch his favourite movie!"The words left her mouth before she could drag them back, and it was no big deal, but she still felt suddenly vulnerable and exposed. Her cheeks were burning as curious eyes lingered on her face. "I mean…" she gamely went on, even though she knew she should just shut up because now he was staring at her with even more curiosity. "I often take work home with me. There’s a lot to get t
"Chase, I'm just doing my job; I’m ambitious," she told him heatedly, "and there’s nothing wrong with that. I work hard because I hope that my hard work will pay off and that I’ll be promoted. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and I’ve had to fight for every single thing I’ve got." She muttered and thought that no matter how sexy Chase was, he still gave her the vibe of someone who’d been around the block, and this was Rome, so there were plenty of dubious blocks to choose from.It was more than she should have said, although not a word of it was untrue. It just felt weird—wrong—to be confiding in him. And why was she there anyway? She wasn’t there for an interview, and he hadn’t demanded that she explain herself. What was she doing?Surely, he had her nerves.Usually so reticent, she had been propelled into speaking her mind.Amaya licked her lips nervously, realised that she was sitting forward, fists clenched on the table, and deliberately made herself relax and smile.
"We already agreed to never talk about it, remember?""Yeah, so how about we talk about your overtime?" Chase groaned as he watched her lick her lips."Of course I know that there’s no need for me to work long hours to get on—although, in fairness, I probably work fewer hours in the winter than my colleagues.""Ah, yes. Because you’re a creature of the night?"And just like that, Amaya thought of her dancing years, of those jobs, of dancing and showing herself off in whatever nonsense she was told to put on. A creature of the night doing nighttime jobs. Nothing like her."Don’t you ever say that to me!" Amaya blurted out before she could stop herself. She was shaking with anger and stuck her hands under the table on her lap so that he couldn’t see that they were shaking."Say what?" Chase asked slowly, his sharp eyes narrowing on her flushed face. "Did I say something wrong?" He frowned and saw her make a visible effort to gather herself. "Tell me what the problem is.""There isn’t a
"Busy? You can control that aspect of your life, you know," he said blankly. Control? Chase had had none of that before. One sweet smile from this woman, and he was a goner. However, he did change. Now he knew what control was. He controlled every aspect of his life, including his love life, but suddenly all those beautiful, vapid, utterly controllable women who had cluttered his life seemed like safe, dreary options.Insane. He had never mixed business with pleasure. Never. This woman was off limits.But she had kick-started his libido, and he felt the thrust of a powerful erection pressing against the zipper of his trousers, bulging and uncomfortable.Amaya detected something in his voice that sent the thrill of a shiver racing through her and desperately tried to squelch it.How the heck had this happened? How had the conversation swerved from Gary and his misdeeds to questions about Amaya’s private life? They agreed to never talk about the past. Chase has done well for the past th
It was a quarter to four on a Monday afternoon, and the entire staff of the executive department, excluding Amaya, seemed to be abuzz with excitement. As Amaya walked back from a meeting with the HR representative, she could see make-up, slyly in some cases and blatantly in others, being applied at desks, and the general office area reeked of a clash of newly sprayed perfume. "What the hell is going on?" Even the guys were at it—appearing from the men’s room with a generous dash of newly applied hair product and a glint in their eyes as the end of the workday approached.It was just Monday night, and it seemed everyone had plans.Everyone except Amaya.Well, she wasn't expecting anything, though, and curiosity might then actually kill the cat.She’d be lucky if she was out of here by seven, and she had to be back here by six the next morning to meet with Chase and then fly up for a ten-thirty a.m. meeting in London.—and she had been in her dream job for almost a month now. And though
Chase raised his brow. "So, tell him that you are working."Is he out of his freaking mind? I can't just tell that to my five-year-old son!But do I have a choice?No.She sighed, "I can't. I've been putting him off all week." She just couldn’t do it to him again. "I’d really like to finish on time tonight." When Chase just frowned, she pushed a touch further. "Look, I don’t usually say no, but surely there’s someone else you can ask? How about that Korean singer? Or the Victoria's Secret model you've been involved with these past few days?"Which was a stupid thing to say. There were plenty of women Chase could ask, and there was one reason and one reason only that he was asking her! "I was hoping for an early night," Chase sighed. "At least with you, it would be just dinner!" Which was a rather strange compliment, but it brought a reluctant smile to her face. "I’ll ask Eva—where is she, by the way?""No, don't..." Amaya was flustered, for Eva had sneaked off to date her boyfriend. T
Amaya gave the driver the address and sat back in her seat, her tension mounting as the car neared her place. The small street was bustling with activity, but it was far from inviting. The narrow alley was littered with garbage, and the stench of decay hung heavily in the air. Small, ugly, and rusty apartments lined both sides of the street, their crumbling facades adding to the gloomy atmosphere."It’s nice here. It's quite, um, overcrowded here." Chase glanced out of the window. "So, is this where you raised your son?"She rolled her eyes.The apartments, once bright and welcoming, had lost their charm over the years and were now covered in layers of grime and neglect. Their faded paint peeled off, revealing the scars of time. Broken windows were patched up with cardboard and tape, barely keeping out the cold wind and rain."Yes, this is all I can afford for now. I'm planning to change apartments soon."Amidst the chaos, rats scurried along the sidewalks, seeking refuge in the piles
Unexpectedly, Amaya found herself enjoying the hotel’s dinner dance.It wasn’t an exceptionally lavish function they attended—that was the type of thing that had gotten the company into a mess in the first place—but it was a genuine, feel-good party, and Chase was the man everyone wanted to greet. His prowess had salvaged a sinking ship and, in the process, saved hundreds of jobs.And Chase was a very nice date.He turned off his phone the moment they arrived, and he remembered to introduce her to enough people so that when he was circulating, she didn’t feel like a complete spare part. He even swapped his chocolate and nougat mousse with her when she landed with the lemon torte, and when the dancing started, he didn’t ditch her just because she was a work date, even though on many occasions he could have. In fact, apart from one duty dance with the CEO’s wife and a long conversation with some potential investors, Chase never appeared off duty."Thank you…" He held her loosely in his