chapter 70
Chase didn’t know what he did in life to deserve the punishment of sitting next to this woman.
To hear the soft huff of her breath and not kiss it away.
Smell the scent of her skin and not bury his face in her hair.
Watch the hem of her skirt, its rise up her thighs, and not run his hand up her skin.
He shifted in the seat and tried to look away, tried to focus on whatever the general manager was saying.
Saw her, in his peripheral vision, tuck a piece of hair back.
It was short now, a fashionable bob that ended just past her ears.
When he gripped it, it wouldn’t hang from his hand.
When she rode him, it would fall into her face.
“We’re heading to the stadium, where we can swing by the locker room and player facilities. We’ve redesigned a lot of it, and I’m not sure how much you remember from before.” Tobey turned around, smiling at Chase.
“Everything,” he answered, settling back in his seat and holding the man’s gaze. “I won’t need any reminders. I remember everything.”