Chase’s shoulders seemed to relax at this new information, but Shane still couldn’t speak.
I pushed him out the door. “Go get me a coffee,” I ordered him. “But don’t rush!”
Shane crossed the walkway and descended the steps to the courtyard in a daze. I turned to Chase and my heart pounded wildly as he smiled at me with those perfect lips and teeth.
“Can I come in?” he asked, his politician voice gone again, replaced by the suave voice that I remembered from last night.
“Of course,” I said, stepping aside so he could enter our domain.
It was a mess. Shane must have had company the day before. My unmade bed stood empty in the corner a few feet away from Shane’s unmade bed.
“Nice,” he remarked, as I closed the front door.
As soon as I turned around, he was there. His fingers trailed down the side of my face before he brushed aside a few strands of hair. I froze as my nipples hardened beneath my robe. He pulled the waist-tie on my robe and his hands slid over my shoulders and down arms until the robe fell into a pile at my feet.
“Put your hands up,” he commanded. I obliged as he held both my wrists in one hand and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Do you know why I’m here?”
His free hand slid under the waistband of my panties and traveled down until it was on me again, so warm and electric.
I moaned. “I think I have an idea.”
His mouth fell over mine, his tongue exploring the crease of my lips before he pushed inside and my body arched. His fingers slid inside me and unearthed my wetness, using it to glide his thumb in circles over my hard nub.
His mouth moved to my jaw then the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. “I’m here to teach you a lesson,” he whispered. “Never give your address to strangers.” He lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed. He threw me down on the mattress and tore off his jacket. “Take off your clothes.”
I hastily yanked off my T-shirt and panties as my slit ached to be filled with him. He grinned as he undressed before me revealing a body so well sculpted it wasn’t possible his wife could resist this. He slid a condom over his long erection and crawled across the bed toward me. He wrapped his hands around my waist as I we stood on our knees facing each other. His erection grazed my pelvis as he leaned in and sunk his teeth into my shoulder.
His hands stroked my breasts, squeezed my nipples, caressed my ribs, and moved down my back until he gripped my backside in his strong hands and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped as he entered me.
I gripped tightly to his neck as we bucked against each other, the warm friction of his pelvis against my sensitive clit sending me skyrocketing toward ecstasy. I threw my head back and he licked the hollow of my neck as he drove deep into me. He quickly lifted me off his lap and set me down on the bed so I lay before him waiting to be ravaged.
He straddled my waist and I cupped my breasts together, ready to receive him. He slid his erection between my breasts and thrust his hips back and forth, slow at first then building speed. The head of his hard member was an inch from my mouth as he thrust his hips toward me. I released my breasts and placed my hand on the base of his cock.
He moved forward, closer to my face, and moaned with pleasure as I covered my teeth with my lips and took him into my mouth. His fingers ran through my hair to the back of my head to support my head as he rocked gently back and forth. My juices accumulated between my legs as his cock prodded the back of my throat.
He reached behind his back and caressed my clit as he thrust himself into my mouth. My legs quivered with the pleasure building inside me. He thrust a few more times, nice and slow, and my eyes watered as we both climaxed at once.
His cock slid out of my mouth and he collapsed next to me on the bed. “That was fucking amazing,” he said, his voice husky with exhaustion.
I flipped onto my stomach and raked my fingers down his rock hard chest. “Let’s do it again.”
He chuckled. “On one condition.”
My hand skated down his abdomen, over his new erection, and began massaging his balls. His eyes rolled back with ecstasy as I rolled my fingers slowly and gently over his sac.
“What condition?” I whispered in his ear as his hand clasped my bottom and slid between my cheeks, sending shivers through me as he gently stroked my crease.
“You let me take you to dinner tonight,” he replied, letting out a soft moan as my tongue explored the soft curves of his ear.
I wanted to ask if I would be on the clock. I desperately needed the income, but another part of me didn’t want the money. I wanted to have dinner with him without the price tag floating over our heads. I knew it shouldn’t matter, but I also wanted to find out if what Shane said about his wife was true.
I climbed on top of him and arched my back as he entered me. “Yes,” I breathed as his fingers slid between my folds to find my nub. “I’ll have dinner with you, Mr. Senator.”
His thrusts lifted me off the bed as his fingers guided me quickly into the throes of another orgasm. “Call me Chase.”
3
“You can’t wear that,” Shane said, vetoing my sixth outfit.
“What’s wrong with this one?” I whined, holding out my arms to get a better look at my turquoise-blue strapless dress and silver heels in the mirror.
Shane shook his head, which rested in his boyfriend’s lap. Shane’s boyfriend, Jackson Kim, was almost as gorgeous as Shane, but his attitude could be a bit prickly.
“What do you think, Jack?” I asked, spinning around so the skirt of my dress fluttered around me.
“Somebody get Kate Hudson on the phone ‘cause you look like bad chick-flick waiting to happen,” Jack replied, as he lifted Shane’s head off his lap so he could stand from the bed. “Let me help you.”
I tried to pay attention to Jack’s advice as he tossed dress after dress out of the shared walk-in closet and onto the floor, but all I could think of was Chase. Where was he taking me? It had to be somewhere no one would recognize him, but places like that didn’t exist for Chase Underwood. He had to be taking me somewhere private. His house? No, the Democratic senator from California didn’t live in L.A. He lived in the hills of San Diego. I remembered watching that on a nightly news special a few weeks ago.
What am I doing?
He’s running for president. Wasn’t that how Marilyn Monroe got herself killed, involving herself with the Kennedys? Oh, great. Now my thoughts were starting to sound like those of a conspiracy nut. This was a bad idea. I had to call him to cancel. If Jessica found out I agreed to go out to dinner with him without telling him to book it through the service I’d probably be fired on the spot.
But… I didn’t have Chase’s phone number. There was no backing out now and part of me was bubbly with glee over it.
I kept thinking of his hands, so soft yet strong, lifting me and positioning me so his cock was at just the right angle. I was getting hot just thinking of it.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Jack, as he began rummaging through my skirts.
I scampered to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I lowered the lid over the toilet and placed one foot on the lid. As I imagined Chase’s tongue on me, my fingers grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and worked their way up. I drew tight circles over my clit as I imagined Chase ravaging me with his mouth, licking and sucking until… Oh, my god. I was fantasizing about the future president giving me head. This was bad.
I felt like a teenager waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up to go the movies. Chase asked me to stand in front of the apartment building to wait for him. I crossed and uncrossed my arms a million times in the ten minutes I waited on the sidewalk. When the black car pulled up in front of me, the door didn’t open automatically as it had outside the hotel last night.
Across the street, a young guy at a bus stop watched me as I approached the car. I quickly opened the door, just a crack, and slipped inside.
His brown hair was not combed in the usual politician’s clean-cut coif. Tonight, his hair was a little messier, in a sexy way, and he wore a gray sport coat over a white polo and black jeans. It was definitely designer clothes, probably tailored just for his exquisite body, but the casual attire still put me at ease.
“You look beautiful,” he remarked, as his driver whisked us away in our black chariot.
“Thanks,” I muttered, trying not to look down at the outfit Jack put together for me. It screamed young, carefree wife of a politician; exactly the look Jack insisted I should be going for. “Where are we going?”
He smiled, that dazzling politician smile, and my stomach vaulted. “It’s a surprise, but I’ll give you a hint,” he said, as he reached across the distance between us and ran his finger softly over the edge of my ear. “I’ve never taken anyone there.”
A shiver passed over my skin as his fingers slithered down my neck before he pulled his hand away. I wanted to believe that he saw something in me that prompted him to choose me over the other seventeen girls working for Jessica; a beautiful quality I had yet to glimpse in myself. But the cynical part of my brain was telling me to run away from this man before he destroyed me the way he had supposedly helped destroy the American economy.
The twenty-three-minute ride from our apartment toward Malibu went from grungy to breathtaking as we drove along the cliffs on Pacific Coast Highway overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I glanced at him every few minutes to find him staring at me, taking in every inch of me.
I still didn’t know if I was being paid for this excursion, and the astronomical balance on my student loans kept flashing in my mind. I wanted to ask him if this was a real date, but I didn’t have the guts to question the future President of the United States.
The car pulled into the parking lot of a deserted restaurant propped on the edge of a cliff. Even the view from the parking lot was spectacular as the sun set over the Pacific.
“Is this place closed?” I asked, as I glanced around the empty lot.
A smile curled the corner of his mouth. “This is my restaurant. I closed it down so we could have dinner in private. You’re not allergic to seafood, are you?”
I shook my head unable to speak. Chase and I would be alone in his restaurant; a restaurant with a gorgeous view. I felt an intense desire to pinch myself.
“Come,” he said, as he exited the car.
I had to keep myself from thinking stupid things like I wish he would hold my hand as we walked toward the restaurant. When we reached the tall, mahogany-framed glass doors, he pulled a single key out the pocket of his sport coat and slid it into the keyhole. He held the door open for me and the smell of grilled seafood and fried garlic made my mouth water.
A man in a black shirt and slacks appeared at my right. “Your coats?” he said, and I hastily removed the ivory blazer Jack picked out for me, but Chase kept his coat on.
He kept his hand on the small of my back as he guided me toward a glass door leading to an outdoor dining area. As soon as we took our seats in our cushioned chairs at the table with the best view of the ocean, another man in black appeared with two glasses of ice. He poured sparkling water over the ice and scuttled away before I could even thank him.
“You’re wondering whether you’re being paid for this,” Chase finally spoke to my worried thoughts.
“What? Of course, not,” I insisted, though the lie felt sticky in my throat.
“Don’t lie to me, Larissa,” he said, and I suddenly felt as if I was eight years old again, being chastised by my father for setting my pet turtle free in the neighbor’s garden. “If we are going to come to an agreement about our arrangement, you cannot lie to me.”
Our arrangement?
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand what you mean.”
The waiter returned before Chase could clarify.