39. Chapter 36
Mari
“ Y ou have a fantastic marketing tool right here on your team—”
I’d stopped listening to the networking team Chance’s agent had sent us.
Unfortunately, sitting in the now cramped office space of my own gym whilst a bunch of guys in suits tried to sell me on a crappy marketing deal was not how I wanted to spend my morning.
Images of earlier this morning flooded my mind. Of the far, far preferable alternative.
“Mmmm, no,” Chance grumbled in my ear, grazing his teeth up the lobe. “I’ve decided today is cancelled. We’re staying here.”
I laughed, rolling onto my other side to meet his sleepy, peaceful gaze. His arms stayed tight around my waist, refusing to lose contact. It made my stupidly-happy-and-in-love smile grow even more.
“Unfortunately—” I pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m gonna have to burst your bubble there—”
“No,” he said, pulling me in even closer.
“Chance—”
“No.”
“We have that—”
“No.” He sighed, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. A soft smile tilted his mouth upwards, and he closed his eyes once again.
“Okay. You need to let me up.” I tried. I really did try hard to get his grip to break, to loosen an inch so I could slip out.
But it didn’t.Every grip-breaking technique I could think of, even tickling him. But of course, a man as hot as him wouldn’t be ticklish.
“Stay with me, Sunny,” he mumbled. That goddamn sexy morning voice . “Just stay with me, right here.”
“Five more minutes.”
“What a great idea, Channey!” Liv lay her hand on Chance’s bicep, paying him a compliment for whatever idea he’d just suggested to these promotion guys that I’d already decided weren’t getting hired several minutes ago.
Having the entire team in meetings like this was tradition, one my father and Al had started. A tradition I was now very much invested in breaking.
Chance’s eyes found mine straight away as he shrugged off Liv’s arm.
To anyone else—it was a polite and gentle reminder to keep her hands to herself.
But I knew that look, that tick of annoyance in his jaw.
He pushed back his chair as the marketing men continued with their presentation.
He picked up three bottles of water from the table behind us all before plonking down in the only other chair available, at the very end of the table.
After throwing one to JJ and one to me, Chance slid that lazy bored mask over his face again.
Then, to my surprise, he pulled out his phone.
I was about to throw the water bottle back at him when my own phone buzzed.
Chance: Your green-eyed jealousy monster face is still out. Might want to tone it down a little.
I scoffed.
Me: I was not jealous.
A flicker of amusement crossed his face.
Chance: It’s all good, Sunny. Your jealous face is pretty close to your ‘fuck me now’ face—so I’m here for it.
I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone into my pocket. I could have sworn I heard Chance chuckle from behind me.
Feeling his eyes burning into me, I caved.
Me: Stop staring. You’re being obvious.
Chance: I can’t help it. I can still smell you on me.
I just about dropped my phone, along with my eyeballs that had popped out from my head like a cartoon.
Oh, dear god.
I frowned as my body betrayed me, rushing heat to my cheeks.
JJ (to Chance, Me): Can you two quit it with the eye-fucking? Some of us are trying to learn .
Chance: Fuck off.
JJ: Your pheromones are stinking up the room. I’ve been holding back a gag for ten minutes now.
I snorted, earning the attention of Nan and Al, as well as half of the guys presenting at the front. Sighing, I tucked my phone back away.