“Yes, it was. If I can recall correctly, we were… making out on my tiny little twin bed when we both looked up to make eye contact with one of those dumb teenybopper boy band guys on the poster and that was the end of that,” I remembered, my stomach aching from laughing so much. “I think after that we just started hanging out at your apartment instead. You know, I’m not sure why we didn’t just do that in the first place. Your apartment was much, much nicer than my ugly, tiny dorm room.”
“Oh, I know why,” he said cryptically. He lowered his voice. “It’s because I was afraid my apartment would make you… uncomfortable.”
I frowned and tilted my head to one side. “Why? Your apartment was great.”
“Well, exactly. I was already notorious as a wealthy guy. A playboy on campus. All I wanted to do was lie low back then. You know, blend in. Most of my friends lived in those dorms, and there I was with my fancy apartment. Not even with a roommate,” he explained.
“Wait, so you were ashamed of being well-off?” I inquired, leaning in.
He smiled. “Not ashamed. I’ve never been ashamed of anything in my life.”
“Then what?” I pressed him, genuinely curious. Of course, we were very, very close in college, but our relationship was built less on communication and more on, well, being intimate. I couldn’t even count the number of times I cut out of class early to hop in his car and drive somewhere to kiss and hold each other. We took it slow regarding other forms of intimacy, but I spent pretty much every waking moment back then anticipating the next chance I would have to get close to Chase. He was my reward for getting my homework done quickly. My motivation for blowing through my chores at the dorm. Because as soon as my responsibilities were fulfilled, I could run off to Chase and forget all my worries.
“I never wanted you or anyone else to think I was a snob. My family has always had money, but I did not want that to be the crowning achievement people assigned to me. I did not want to be known as the guy who skated by in life on his father’s coattails. I needed everyone to see me for who I was, not the digits in my bank account,” he disclosed in a softer voice. Gone was the joking tone. He was being serious now. Deadly serious.
“You know,” I began slowly, “I never thought of you that way. Not for one second. You weren’t ‘the rich guy on campus’ to me. You were just Chase. The stupidly hot guy who, for some reason I could never quite comprehend, was into me. Your family’s money never even crossed my mind. I just couldn’t believe you were interested in me. And not because you were wealthy, but because you were amazing.”
A slow, brilliant grin appeared on his face. I could feel my cheeks going pink and warm and I had to look away before I melted under his stare. “Anyway, that was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” I murmured. I stared down into my nearly-empty glass, swirling the watered-down liquid and ice.
“Years and years,” he agreed, his voice a low growl. “Many things have changed since then. The kind of changes I never would have seen coming when I was with you, when I was still so young and reckless. When you’re that age, people tell you all the time that your life will change in unexpected ways, but it’s impossible to really believe it until those changes come to pass. I never could have predicted how different things would be for me.”
“I feel the same way,” I admitted. “My life now is a pretty far cry from how it was back when you and I were together. I’d like to think those changes have made me a better person. More responsible. But I’m not sure.”
“Well, look at you now. You’re working hard, keeping this place running. That’s something to be proud of, isn’t it?” he pointed out kindly. I could only muster up a half-hearted attempt at a smile. He was trying to be compassionate and helpful, but he had no idea how wrong he was. How much of a failure I was. The Peppertree was collapsing all around me, and somewhere in this building there was a guy preparing to snatch it all out from under me.
But I didn’t want to talk about that right now. Hell, I didn’t even want to think about it. So I decided to change the subject by whatever means necessary. “So, what about you? What are you doing nowadays for work?” I piped up.
“Well, at the moment I am head of operations for my father’s company,” he answered.
“Wow. That’s impressive,” I commented.
“It’s a lot of work, but it’s rewarding, carrying on my father’s legacy,” he added. Then he paused. That moment of hesitation hinted as to why he was reticent at first. My heart sank.
“His legacy?” I repeated softly. Chase nodded gravely.
“Yes. Unfortunately, he passed away three years ago. Heart attack, out of nowhere. He was as strong and healthy as he’d always been. It was just some bizarre, freak occurrence. The doctors said that happens sometimes, especially to men in high-stress occupations,” he described, sipping his Scotch.
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” I told him earnestly. I reached across the table to pat his hand, and although I was only doing it to be sympathetic, even that simple, tiny touch was enough to send a tingly shiver down my spine. There was still that inexplicable heat between us. I didn’t know if he felt it, too, but for me it was almost like a blazing fire.
“Thank you. But it’s been years. I have had plenty of time to cope with losing him. My mother and siblings had a more difficult time grieving. My little sister, especially, was badly affected. But these days she’s doing much better. In fact, she helps run the company alongside me. Dad left the business to all of us, but my brother isn’t interested. That’s fine, it’s his prerogative to decide what to do with his life. But it is nice having my sister to work with. I think that’s the way my father would want it,” he explained.
“That’s wonderful, that you get to work with family. I’m glad to hear things are going better for you,” I said. I smiled warmly at him and he nodded.
“Yes. Me, too. Of course, I’m very busy. This line of work does not allow for a lot of free time, but in a way, that’s been helpful. I like to stay busy. I get bored easily if I don’t have enough challenges to conquer,” Chase professed. “In that way, this is the perfect job for me.”
“To be honest, I have a feeling you would succeed at whatever you did,” I confessed.
He chuckled. “You have more faith in me than even I do.”
“I always have,” I said softly. There it was again. That heat. That warmth radiating between us like an electric shock. Suddenly, it dawned on me how long it had been since I felt anything like this. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had even been out on a date, good or bad. My job was everything to me. It took up every moment of my day and every thought in my head. I never really talked at length like this with anyone, not even my friends. How could Chase just show up out of nowhere and make me feel things I hadn’t felt in years?
I forced a smile as I sipped at my watery drink awkwardly. I badly needed a refill, but I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea.
However, Chase seemed to disagree.
“Just a moment,” he interjected, taking the glass from me. “It’s causing me physical pain to watch you try and drink that watered-down mess. You need a new drink.”
“Oh, you don’t have to--” I started, but he shook his head.
“Yes, you need this. I can tell. You work your ass off, Haley, and you deserve a damn break,” he told me firmly. I couldn’t exactly argue with that reasoning. He looked for a second like he might walk over to the bar, then he laughed and set the drink back down on the table with a clink. He looked at me hard, as though he was sizing me up.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“It’s after midnight,” he pointed out. “The bar is closed.”
“Oh my God,” I mumbled, genuinely shocked at how late it was. It felt like we had only been sitting there for a few minutes, and so much time had passed.
“But I was serious about you needing another drink,” he told me. “I have a fantastic bottle of red in my room. Would you like to come up with me?”
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He held out his hand. My heart began to thump wildly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, an alarm bell was ringing, warning me that this might not be a great move on my part. But I quickly silenced it as I remembered the fact that my life was crumbling all around me. I had given everything for this resort, for my father’s dream, and it was still slipping away from me. I was stressed-out and overwhelmed beyond reason, and damn it, I needed this.
So I stood up and took his hand. I followed Chase to the elevator and up to his room, wondering how the hell I got here and what exactly I was hurtling toward.
Chapter Seven
Chase
A new door handle turned in my hand when I reached my room door and pushed it open. I led Haley inside.
“I’d show you around, but that would just be kind of like showing you a room in your own house, wouldn’t it?”
“You know, I actually think about that all the time. When it gets warmer and we don’t have as many guests, I can just waltz into any of the suites I want and pretend I’m living like a princess.” She gave a fanciful wave of her hand as she spoke, smiling playfully.
“And hey, if they’re occupied, just kick them out, right?” I teased back. “It’s not their resort now, is it? Bunch of freeloaders.”
She giggled at my joke, and I smiled back at her as I made my way to the bottle of wine and got a corkscrew to pop it open.
“That might be taking it a little too far, I want to be a benevolent Resort Princess.” She accepted the glass of wine I handed her and blushed a little as I winked. I noticed her hastily take the first sip, and it was a little bigger than I’d expect.
She was nervous, but eager. Same old Haley.
“Oh, so you wouldn’t even kick me out of bed?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. She opened her mouth to fire back at me, but closed it, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Almost got me.”
“I’m not hearing a ‘yes’. Now’s your chance, anyway. I’ve hardly unpacked. It could be a nice ego boost to kick your ex out on the curb in the middle of winter.”
“Careful, you’re starting to sound convincing,” she replied in a low tone, and her eyes were lidded. I shot her a smirk before turning around and striding to the fireplace at the far end of the room. I slipped my jacket off and tossed it aside before rolling my sleeves up and kneeling down to get the fire started.
“If you kick me out, though, you’ll have to step away from this nice, warm fireplace for a few minutes,” I played along, “and that doesn’t sound very relaxing at all.”
She peered at me suspiciously for a moment as I picked up my wine glass again and took a seat on the couch by the fire, leaving room for her to come over.
“What’s that look for? Afraid I’m going to steal the towels or something?”
“No, but you’re not exactly innocent, either,” she pointed out.
Our gazes were locked on each other for a few long moments, sizing each other up, a smug smile on my face and a challenging one on hers. Now I was really remembering why Haley drove me wild. There was something about her spirit in any circumstances that could bring out a certain fire in her that I adored.
“It’s been a while, Haley,” I rumbled in a low tone. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to know what I’m like after all these years.” I arched an eyebrow. “I’m dying to see how you have.”
A blush came across her face, and I watched her take another deep drink of her wine before she finally slipped out of her shoes and made her way across the room to the couch and sat down next to me.
I watched her every movement as she did, from the way her eyes moved over my figure as she approached to the way she folded her legs up under her when she sat down, leaning her elbow on the back of the couch while swirling the wine glass around thoughtfully, peering at me.
“Just what are you doing, Chase?” she asked, her low enough that it almost melded with the sound of the crackling fire.
“I was going to ask you the same thing, but I think the answer for both of us is ‘just catching up.’”
That made her smile.
“Is that what we’re calling it? Catching up?” There was a challenge in her voice. She always did love stoking the fire ever so subtly.
“Unless you make a habit of joining every suite guest in his room for wine by the fireplace,” I retorted, finishing my wine and setting the glass down. “And if that’s the case, I might have to visit here a lot more often.”
There was some mirth behind her embarrassed smile, and she turned her head to hide the color I knew she felt in her cheeks.
I didn’t hesitate. I reached over and touched her chin with my thumb and forefinger, gently turning her face back toward me. She looked at me with knowing eyes, and for just a few moments, I could see the battle raging in her mind over whether to pull away from me. I could practically feel her heart pounding.
“I missed this,” I admitted.
“What, touching my face, or getting me to make bad decisions?” she whispered.
I paused. “A little of both,” I decided.
It would have been the easiest thing in the world for her to just spit back in my face that I shouldn’t have left her. She wouldn’t be wrong. I was even surprised by how brazen I was being, considering our history.
But Haley was still Haley after all this time, and overworked as she was, I was being sincere when I told her she needed this.
“I think I like your idea of catching up, then,” she finally conceded. “Just for one night.”
“Just for one night,” I repeated in a husky tone, and I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to hers.
She was surprised, despite everything, and as I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, her black hair brushing through my fingers, I felt her sigh into the kiss, even with her heart in her throat.
Years melted away while I held us pressed together, my body looming over her small frame, pressing into it. I gently took her wine glass from her hand and set it aside, and she let it go as if she was in a trance.
I had her.
When our lips finally broke apart, she looked up at me with those wide, shining eyes that reflected the crackling fire.
“I missed you too, Chase,” she whispered in a faint, desperate voice, and it set off the fire in me that I couldn’t hold back.
I pushed her onto her back on the couch, and her legs unfurled as I loomed over her and kissed her again. Her raven-black hair spilled all over the couch like a dark waterfall, and I took a handful of it while my other hand ran down her side to her ass.
When I squeezed it, she pushed her hips up into me, and I realized just how pent-up this poor woman was. I wondered if she’d even been touched since the two of us were together. There was so much I needed to take care of in so little time.
It made me swell up thick and hard, and her hips brushed up against it. The second she touched my cock, she drew in a sharp breath and moaned. Her hands started groping me, and she was almost hesitant after she first touched my body.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, “how are you in even better shape than you used to be?” She was almost disappointed. The poor thing was desperate to find some fault in her ex, but I wasn’t giving her anything that she wanted in that respect.
And that was just fanning the flames.
“I’m not the only one who’s gotten better,” I growled, but I didn’t give her time to respond. I grazed her neck and breathed hot air on her. She gasped and writhed under me as my teeth nipped and toyed with the soft flesh, grabbing her ass harder and pulling her hips up against my cock. Even through our clothes, grinding against her made my cock pulse and throb. It remembered the feeling of Haley, and it was desperate to get inside her.
She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to me as I ravished the soft skin, and her hands roamed up and down my sides before finding their way to the buttons. She tugged at them softly, pleadingly, but I pushed her hands away and gripped her wrists as I pinned her under me a
nd kissed her.
I was going to make her wait for me just a little longer.
My large hands slipped around to her breasts, and I groped her shamelessly, feeling her chest through the fabric of her crisp, professional clothing. Fuck, she was still wearing her blazer, but getting hot and heavy with her while she was still dressed for business made me all the more hungry for her.
I finally gripped her jacket and started to pull it off her. She wiggled out of it and fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, but I didn’t care to wait any longer.
I moved down to her skirt and pushed it all the way up to her hips. She was wearing black hose that I could see her black underwear through, teasing me.
She let her arms fall above her head uselessly. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, too anxious to look down at what I was doing, bracing her body for me. The sight of her so helpless and desperate made me all the hotter for her.
I brought my face to her pussy and drew in a hungry breath, taking in her scent and groaning. I gripped her hips and squeezed, appreciating the fine fabric one more time before I seized the hem of her hose and panties and pulled down.
She shuddered at the slight chill when the air touched her bare skin, but the sight of it drove me so wild that it wouldn’t be a problem for long. I didn’t even wait to get them off her completely--once they were down past her knees, I lunged back in at her waiting pussy.
It was as beautiful and delicious-looking as the last time I touched it. Sure, I’d been with women before, but when I looked at Haley from her exposed pusy to her messy, bunched-up skirt and blouse to her blushing, desperate face and dark hair, I knew the real reason I never had a serious relationship after her.
There was nobody else like her.
I pressed my lips to her velvety lips, breathing deeply as I felt her wetness and heard her gasp. My stubble brushed against her soft, sensitive skin while my lips got wet with the honey already on her.
“How long have you been waiting for this?” I rumbled into her folds.
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