eyes.
A towel was wrapped around her delicate body, and her long blond hair cascaded down her shoulders. “Yes?” Her accent was unmistakably foreign. Maybe Russian.
But her beauty wasn’t what bothered me. She could have been butt ugly for all I cared.
What bothered me was the fact that she was in Chase’s room, and judging from the dark smudges around her eyes—her only ‘fault’—and the empty bottles of alcohol arranged on the bar, her night had been a fun one, too. The thought of her in Chase’s bed, of him fucking her right after he had fucked me, made me fuming mad.
Had I not been enough for him?
How the fuck did he hook up with her so quickly after leaving my room, unless he had met her before and she had been waiting for him?
Something hard pierced my heart. Without thinking, I stormed past her into the room.
“Where is he?” I asked, taking notice of the unmade bed, the lacy underwear on the floor, and what looked like room service. In the background, I could hear the shower running.
Fucking hell.
First, he screwed me, then he went out to get dessert.
I should never have trusted him.
“Is he in there?” I asked.
She frowned, her eyes fixed on my lips as if she didn’t quite understand me, her perfect plump lips pouting. “Who?”
“Chase.”
“Chasse?” she asked.
With my heart slamming against my chest, I headed for the door and grabbed the knob. As I was about to open it, a familiar voice echoed behind me.
“What are you doing?”
I stopped, my entire body going rigid, while I considered three scenarios that could play out:
a) Chase had a threesome and I was about to find out if the person in the shower was female or male.
I gulped down the horror stuck in my throat.
Oh, my god.
Please, don’t let it be a threesome.
It was so far out of my sexual expertise that I couldn’t even bare to think about it.
b) This was all in my head, and I was having a nervous breakdown. People were probably holding me down that instant while someone was calling for an ambulance.
c) I was in a dream from which I’d wake up any minute, which was very similar to b) and absolutely my ideal scenario.
I turned around to meet Chase’s amused grin and the knowing glint in his eyes. He was standing in the doorway, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. The stunning woman eyed us both, confused.
“Chasse? Est-ce que tout va bien?” she asked again in her accent and he turned around to her.
“Tout va bien. I’m sorry. My wife confused the rooms,” he explained to her. “She was actually looking for me.”
My cheeks flamed.
“Oh.” She let out a laugh, her finger going between her and him. “She thought you and I had une liaison passionnée.”
As it happened, I knew that word.
She was French.
“Come on, Laurie.” Chase winked. “I’ll show you to my room.”
My whole body burned with embarrassment as I stormed past him and headed down the corridor with Chase chuckling behind me.
Chapter 19
As soon as Chase closed the door behind us, I dropped onto his bed and covered my face with my hands, muttering, “Please kill me. This is so embarrassing.”
“Quite the contrary, I think it’s funny.”
I dropped my hands onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who knocked on the wrong door.”
He let out another sexy, roaring laugh and sat down next to me, the motion almost throwing me off the bed. My heart rejoiced, all too aware of the sudden closeness. As he leaned closer, far too close for comfort me, a whiff of his aftershave hit me, and I took a deep breath, eager to inhale his scent.
“You know,” he whispered in my ear, “you were lucky I heard you down the hall and saved you a lot of trouble. God knows what might have happened if you opened the bathroom door and saw him naked. The poor guy would have been traumatized for life, thinking you were the wife and the divorce papers were basically lurking around the corner.”
I had been yelling?
Earth, swallow me up whole!
“Just awesome.” I groaned, which only had Chase laughing again. “What makes you think he was a cheater? Maybe that was his wife.”
I turned to regard him. His fingers brushed my hair back out of my face gently and twisted a strand as his stunning eyes pierced mine. My body heated up under his touch.
“His wife’s Indian. That