on my door.
The door starts to open and I walk around my desk to greet Emma and our new owner, when my breath whooshes out of my lungs. I stop dead in my tracks, astonished at the sight of Chase Wilson standing in my office.
My eyes roam over his face, noticing his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows in nervousness. He studies me, a flicker of hesitation crossing those turbulent eyes before they clear. Gone is the hatred that was in them the last time I saw him. Instead, there’s something else. Something I’ve seen before. Something I’ve been dreaming about.
Desire.
Chase Wilson still desires me.
“Layla, this is Chase Wilson with Wilson Enterprises. He says he’s the new owner and seems to have brought with him a signed contract to prove it.” Emma tries to hand me the contract, but I’m immobilized at the sight of him. He looks thinner in the face and in his frame, but it does nothing to diminish the sex appeal that ripples off of him. His hair is longer, styled to his jawline. He hides that insatiable body of his in a two piece navy blue suit, silver shirt and tan dress shoes with matching belt. He is still the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on.
“Layla, are you okay?” Emma questions, giving me a worried look as she glances between me and Chase.
“I’m sorry, yes… yes, I’m fine.” I try to shake away the trance I’m in at seeing him here. I ball my hands into fists, wanting to feel the pain of my nails digging into my flesh so I know I’m not dreaming. I extend my hand out to him, needing to feel his touch. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Wilson.” The sexy smile he gives back undoes me and it takes every ounce of will power not to fling myself at him in front of Emma.
“The pleasure’s all mine, Ms. Sands.” His husky voice draws my attention to his soft lips. My core starts tingling as it remembers what those lips have done to me, how they made me feel and how I want more. He grabs my hand and squeezes, the electricity from his touch making me gasp out loud.
Emma looks even more baffled at my reaction to him and decides to take her leave. “I’m needed back downstairs. I will leave you two alone to discuss things. Layla, please call me if you need anything.” I ignore the worried tone in her voice and faintly hear her footsteps retreat, the door finally closing with a loud click.
We continue to stare at each other, both of us not knowing what to say, but needing to say everything. He’s here and I don’t know for how long, so I swallow my fear as this is a now or never moment for us.
“You didn’t have to buy a nightclub in order to come see me,” I tease, needing the mood to be less intense. He turns slowly and walks back to the door. I’m about to object to his departure when I hear the turn of the lock. He turns back around, his stride slow and purposeful as he makes his way toward me. His gaze is hungry and I’m more than ready to feed his appetite.
“I bought this place because you told Rhys in one of your emails that you loved it here.” My eyes grow wide with the acknowledgement that he knows about our communication. He stops right in front of me, his chest mere inches away from touching my hard nipples. My heart is screaming at me to make the first move, to show him I’m ready if he is, but my body stays paralyzed.
“If this place makes you happy, then I want to be here with you. The time has come for us, Layla. It’s time for me to fulfill every single one of your desires for the rest of our lives.”
My mouth drops open and that is all it takes for him to swoop in and crush me to him. Our lips meet and I swear it feels like an inferno, the heat we have for each other ready to combust. His tongue invades my mouth and I moan at how good he tastes; how good he feels. Our hands roam all over our bodies, grabbing and needing, ravenous for each other’s touch. Soon we start taking each other’s clothes off, our fingers not moving fast enough as we start ripping