by Ellie Danes
“I know, I changed my number.” I met his eyes, and felt my heart give way. His face looked so strained. His blue eyes had lost all of their sparkle. I couldn’t take it anymore and looked away. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter; I’m seeing someone else now.”
“That guy that kissed you?” his voice fell flat. “You . . . really like him?”
“We’ve only been dating a few weeks.” I said sheepishly. “But yes, I really like him.”
“Becca,” He pulled me in closer, firmly, leaving me with no other option than to meet his gaze. “I really like you. Please give me another chance. Me and you; we’re good together.”
“No Chance.” I slipped out of his grip, stepped back. “We’re not, there’s just way too much drama. It’s not like that with Chris. He’s smart and nice. Things with him are simple. And that’s what I want.”
“Simple . . .” Chance sighed as he looked off into the distance. “What about passion? Excitement? I get not wanting drama…I don’t want that either. But is simple really what you’re looking for?”
“I . . .” I paused, he met my gaze, a brief shimmer of hope reentered his blue eyes. “We wouldn’t work, you live in Vegas, and I live here. Even if you own a restaurant here you wouldn’t be in the city all the time.”
“I live in Manhattan Becca.” He smirked softly, as he stepped toward me. “I only travel to Vegas for work every now and then,”
“Oh, you didn’t mention that.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris swiftly walking toward us.
“Becca,” Chris looked stern, his face was stiff, his jaw clenched, “Don’t you think you should come back and join us at the bar?”
Chris didn’t look at Chance, he reached out and grabbed my hand. Chance looked at me, his eyes pleaded for me to stay. I didn’t know what to do. My mind was completely muddled. Logic was telling me that Chris was right. That I should just leave, forget Chance, and try to salvage the night. But still, my heart went out to Chance.
“I’ve got to go.” I said softly and then nodded at Chris. As we walked back towards the bar I looked over my shoulder at Chance, his eyes still pleading for me to stay.
* * * *
My hands held the back of his head while his full lips met mine. Our tongues danced as I felt the electricity pulse through my body. I could already feel the wetness in my panties as his hands slid up my leg and underneath my dress.
There wasn’t enough room in the car and I was nervous about the thin, tinted privacy glass between the driver and us. A part of me just didn’t care. All I wanted was him and his hands all over me. I wanted to his clothes off. I moved my hand down his strong back and reached between his legs. I could feel his hardness and I gently squeezed it, and then stroked it on the outside of his suit pants. “Chance, I’ve wanted this ever since we were last together…please.” I unzipped his zipper and slid my hand inside so I could feel him.
Chance worked his hand up my dress and played with the edge of my panties, his fingers toyed with the elastic as he slipped a finger underneath and brushed a spot that drove me crazy. I felt the blood pulsing through my veins as he kissed me harder; teasing me with his fingers as he slowly slid one inside.
His lips pressed against my neck and his hot breath sent shivers down my spine as I tugged at his bulge. I wanted to pull it out, to see it up close like I had before. I glanced out of the window and recognized the street. It was mine. The car pulled up and I smiled at Chance. “Let’s take this inside.” I smiled and without saying a word, Chance opened the door and quickly pulled me outside, adjusting himself and fixing his zipper.
I fumbled for my keys, finally finding them in the bottom of my purse and stuck them in the door, quickly unlocking the deadbolt and doorknob and pushing the door open. The heat and sexual tension between us was building hotter and more intensely. Chance slammed the door behind us and he grabbed me, spinning me so my back was against the door and he continued kissing me harder.
“Chance…” I whispered against his ear, my hand ran through his thick soft hair. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him more than I ever wanted anyone before. I moved my hand down to his pants and unbuttoned them, allowing them to fall to the floor. Chance reached under my dress and tugged off my panties. He pushed my dress up and I felt his hardness enter me as I took in a shuddering breath and then gasped. I could feel every muscle on his body tighten. His warmth filled me with every strong thrust.
“Becca,” He moaned.
“Chance,” I whispered, as I broke our kiss, “I’m sorry I said I didn’t want to be with you.”
He kissed me harder as he picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist. He deftly stepped out of his fallen pants and carried me to my bedroom. I wanted to feel his skin, to kiss him all over. We collapsed onto the bed as I tore away his shirt. Chance unzipped my dress and slid it off as we rolled on this bed. His hardness entered me once again. I got on top of him, and moved slowly. His hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding my body. I gasped with every thrust. I could feel him twitch within me. My juices were overflowing, my whole body twitching. I could feel the heat within me grow.
“Ahhh Chance!” I gasped, I felt like my body was drifting away. The sound of sirens from the street bellowed blared through my room. My eyes opened wide as jumped up. I looked around my room and situated myself. The clock on my nightstand read four forty-five. I was alone and dreaming of Chance again. As quickly as I removed him from my life, he was back in it.
Chapter Six
Chance
“I’m going to need your best marketing and public relations person.” I leaned back in my chair, my back straight and my hands folded in my lap. “I understand that Johnson Boone is a small firm, but I’ve heard great things about you.”
“I see.” The man shifted, as he straightened his tie and then cleared his throat. “I’m confident that we can handle that for you.”
I watched as he leaned forward waiting for my reply. “So, what happened with the Ferguson project your firm was working on?”
“Um… I’m not sure that’s really important for what we are discussing today Mr. Vaughn. Would you like to see some of the details I worked up for you regarding what your company is looking for?”
“No, not at the moment. Matthew” I cocked my brow, “I want to know what happened with Ferguson.”
“Well, we . . . we didn’t get it.” Matthew looked down at his desk and straightened the folder in front of him.
“I see.” I stood up and walked over to the window, then turned back toward him. “I’d like Becca Carson to work on my account.”
“Ok…” He paused and then fumbled a little as he picked up the folder with his proposal. “I’m sorry, but Ms. Carson is no longer working here.”
“She’s not? Since When?” I tilted my head waiting for his reply. “That’s really disappointing. She’s the reason I’m here. Can you reach her? Possibly get her back?”
Matthew paused and then stood awkwardly behind his desk. “Actually she was…let go. And no, I’m afraid I can’t do anything about that.”
“Well I suppose were done here, have a good day.” I spun and made my way towards the door.
“W-Wait, you don’t want to even l-look at my proposal?” Matthew followed me down the hall and attempted to capture my attention.
“Matthew, I’ve heard great things about this firm. More importantly, I was impressed with the things I saw from Ms. Carson. It’s unfortunate you can’t recognize talent like hers.”
“You’ve worked with Ms. Carson before? Maybe I can–”
“There’s no need Matthew.” I stepped onto the elevator and left him staring at me as the doors closed.
I couldn’t believe Becca no longer worked for the firm, let alone that she had been fired. I had hoped that maybe I’d be able to steal just five minutes in the office to really explain myself and convince her to give us another chance.
I pulled out my phone and dialed my driver. I needed to walk and clear my head.
“Pick me up at the coffee shop on the corner.” I slid my phone back into my suit pocket and stood on the sidewalk outside of the tall building on the corner of Fifth Avenue and took a deep breath.
The honking cars and bustling people provided a bit of a distraction from the thoughts racing through my mind as I stood, waiting to cross the street. I looked across the road and felt my stomach flip. The light changed and my feet wouldn’t move as Becca crossed from the opposite side of the road and headed in my direction. She tapped on her phone as walked with the crowd and immediately made a right. “Becca,” I called out to her from ten feet behind her. She spun and looked at me, her wide blue eyes filled with surprise.
“Hello Chance.” I wanted to reach out and touch her, to hug her or kiss her, but I knew I couldn’t. I wanted to tell her how much I missed her, how I couldn’t stop thinking about her. But I had done that before.
“Can we talk?”
“I’m sorry. It’s really not a good time, and I’m not sure we should. I have an interview and I’m running a bit late.” Becca turned and continued down the sidewalk as I followed her, eventually catching up and walking beside her.
“I could give you a ride? My car is just on the other side of the street.” I offered, praying that she would accept.
“No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Becca slightly quickened her pace.
I reached out my hand, touching her arm softly. “Please.” I begged her. It wasn’t something I was good at, groveling. In fact it was something I had never had to do, but it felt right. “At the very least, give me just five minutes of your time. I have a proposal I would like you to consider.”
Becca stared at her watch as she continued her pace and then paused. She let out a deep sigh and stared at me. “I’m a fool for even considering this Chance, but I can’t be late for this meeting. Five minutes and you drop me off at my interview.”
“Deal.”
Chance Encounter 6
Chance Encounter Series, Book Six
(An Alpha Billionaire Romance)
By
Ellie Danes
www.Ellie Danes.com
Chapter One
Becca
I couldn’t believe I had been so naïve to actually get into his car and listen to a word he had to say. Somehow, I was a slave to his charm and charisma. Traffic crawled along the city block making the situation even tenser. I needed to focus on my interview, not the gorgeous man in front of me that always seemed to find a way to capture my attention and heart. Since the moment I had gotten into his car we hadn’t spoken at all. I second guessed myself and wondered why I even bothered. I could feel him staring at me, but I didn’t want to look at him. Every muscle in my body was tense. I folded my hands neatly in my lap and stared out of the window.
I willed myself not to look at him but couldn’t stop myself. Finally I gave in. His face was stiff and contorted into an expression that seemed to mirror my feelings perfectly. Clearly we were both very uncomfortable. Every time we met each other, there just seem to be more problems. I was with Chris now. Chris was drama free and I liked that. I had to remove Chance from my life. I stared at him as flashes of last night’s dream raced through my mind. His eyes pierced my soul and I quickly turned away as I thought about my dream and how his hands had danced around my body.
I shifted in the supple leather seats and glanced at my watch. I had only been in the car a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I had agreed to give him five minutes and I wanted at least one answer. “So, why were you so close to Johnson Boone?” I glanced over to him, knowing his eyes would melt me. He stared hard at me, almost trying to find the answer within me. I found it hard to keep his gaze, my breath was caught somewhere in my chest, struggling to release.
“I was there for you, actually.” He said softly, his body shifted ever so slightly toward me. The back of the car was spacious, but still, we were closer than I would have preferred. Already practically squashed against the door, I didn’t have room to shift away. “I couldn’t figure out how to contact you. Finding you at your office was my last resort.”
“Oh.” I said, my face widened with surprise. I put aside my feelings of embarrassment about Chance knowing I had been fired.
“I just…really wanted to talk to you.” He swallowed heavily. He nervously adjusted his collar and continued. “I was impressed with the things you told me on our way to Vegas…about your background, things you’ve done. I managed to find out some more about your projects. Very impressive.”
“Thanks.” I murmured, not sure if I should feel flattered. Was it sweet or creepy that he looked up my work, then went and talked to my old boss to try to get in contact with me? I wasn’t sure. “I appreciate that, but I’m not that great. I had a lot of help.” And now I needed a lot of help. I tapped my foot as I glanced at my watch, still nervous about my interview and also realizing Chance’s allotment of time to speak with me was running close to its end.
“I have to disagree with you on that.” He smiled. His eyes fixed on mine as he leaned just a bit closer. I felt a tingle travel through me as he continued and I looked away. “I want you to run the marketing campaign and public relations for my new restaurant.”
My heart sunk to my stomach and goose bumps immediately covered my body in a wave. “Oh.” I stiffened, not looking at him. My eyes drifted back toward him and then back to the window. I wasn’t sure what to say. On the surface, it sounded like an amazing opportunity, but I wasn’t sure if it was a ploy to get closer to me or whether he actually needed my help. Any job he had for me would probably be a great opportunity. But being around this man was not good for me, especially not at that moment. I was in the beginning stages of a new relationship, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I still had lingering feelings for Chance.
“There’s also another property of mine that is being developed. I could use your…” He continued talking as I stared out of the window, allowing his voice to trail off into the background. This was all a bit too much to take.
I didn’t know if he actually thought I was talented and that’s why he wanted me to work for him, or was it because he just wanted to keep sleeping with me? Was he taking pity on me because I was now jobless or was it something else? Thoughts raced through my head as I remembered our conversation about Sara and our time together. I thought about the girl he was with the other night.
His friend’s fiancé.
I wondered how much of what he said was actually true. A surge of anger spread through me as I thought about everything.
Chance’s face lit as he continued to talk and smile at me. Indeed he was handsome, especially when he smiled like that. That chiseled jaw, those dreamy eyes, and most of all, his soft kissable lips. I bit my lip as I remembered how hot the sex between us was. His strong hands on my body, moving me, making me squirm. My lips tingled with the memory of his soft lips against mine. No one had ever made me feel as amazing as Chance had. But that wasn’t a good enough reason to just go with the flow and believe everything he said.
I wasn’t a naive teenage girl anymore. I had to be smart and trust my instincts. All of my friends were either in a relationship or getting married. That was something that I knew I wanted. Now was not the time to be playing around, especially when I was currently unemployed. I literally had nothing going for me right now. I needed to get back on track. And I just couldn’t trust Chance. And without trust, I couldn’t have a relationship with him, not romantically or in business.
“…So what do you think?” Chance stared at me, waiting for my response.
“Chance…” I looked into his eyes, my face stiff and stern. I needed to be firm. I was tired of falling for this guy, over and over. Falling for his charm, his charisma, his fantastic chiseled features. Even if this were really a job offer, I knew I couldn’t just be professional with him. If we were together, working together, I was certain that I would fall for him all over again. There was just too much chemistry between the two
of us. “…I really don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“I understand that everything hasn’t exactly gone smoothly between us.” Chance nodded his head as he played with his hands. “But please, I think you’re perfect for this. This could be great for both of us.”
“No, I’m sorry.” I paused. His frown and concerned filled eyes began to overtake me and I knew I needed to get out of this situation.
“Please reconsider.” Chance shuffled through his sleek black brief case and pulled out an envelope. “Here.” He laid the envelope on my leg. “This was the offer I had prepared to give you at Johnson Boone. I was prepared to hire you away from them. Please, at the very least, read over it before you decide.”
“Chance.” I let out a heavy breath. I looked at him, then at the envelope. I grabbed it and stuffed it in my purse. “You can let me out here. Thank you for the ride.” The car pulled over and I grabbed the door handle, ready to escape, to forget about Chance, but still, there was a small part of me that wanted to, at the very least, think over his proposal. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself, I did need the money.
“Becca?” Chance probed.
“I’m not going to promise anything, Chance.” I pulled the door open and extended a leg outside. “I’ll look it over.”
“Thank you.” He smiled faintly. I could remember his expression when he spotted me on the sidewalk. His eyes widened, he was practically smiling from cheek to cheek. He had flashed his perfectly straight smile. I hated how hot he was, but loved it at the same time. Someone like him, pursuing me was something I wasn’t used to.
“I have to go.” I stepped out of the car, not looking back.
“Goodbye.” He said with a heavy breath.
I straightened my blouse, shut the door, and then headed inside.