chapter 47
“You can’t do drugs anymore.” I cracked the door and spoke quietly through it, scared to give my heart more than a sliver of a view.
I’d be the first to say that I was na?ve about a lot of things.
Young in the world of experience. But drugs—I’d seen them destroy too many players.
Their marriages, their careers, their reputation.
He had too much at stake. Not just with me, but with life.
“Okay.” He tilted his head at me, and I eyed the freshly shaved jaw, the damp hair, the cornflower blue polo cleanly tucked into the top of his jeans.
“I’m serious.” I wet my lips and saw his eyes drop to them. “No coke, or weed, or heroine or—”
He pursed his lips at me. “It’s just coke—was just coke,” he amended. He held up his hands. “But no more. I promise.” I didn’t know him well enough. I didn’t know whether his promises were gold or tinfoil. He glanced both ways down the hall. “Please let me in before someone sees me.”
I rolled my eyes but opened the door wider, ready to table the discussion for another time. “Scared of my father?” I asked.
“Terrified.” He grinned at me and stepped forward. I shut the door behind him, and quietly flipped the latch.
“We can’t stay in here all night.” He stood at the window and looked out, the Cincinnati skyline glittering out of the dark.
“Why not?” I spun in the chair, watching him. He turned his head, looking at me for a long moment, his eyes traveling up the length of my legs before he chuckled, shaking his head, saying nothing. “What?” I pressed.
“Nothing.” He looked back out the window, and I stood, walking over to him.
“What?”
“A man only has so much control, Ty. I’m in a hotel room with you, alone. No one watching, no one to see. No one to stop me from kissing you.” He looked at my face. “And from doing a hell of a lot more.”
I took a step back, still shaky from my mistake with Tobey. The mistake I’d decided to never think of again. I wasn’t the only one regretting it. I’d passed Tobey in the hall that morning, and he’d practically broken his neck trying to avoid eye contact.
Chase’s eyes followed me, the dark arousal in them fading. I could see the thought process and spoke quickly, before the conversation turned serious. “So what do you suggest?”
His mouth broke into a grin, and he glanced down at my pajama pants. “Got anything else to wear?”