The Chase, Volume 2 (2 page)

“Even though it’s a Saturday, you’re now the acting Vice President of the company. I know you’re still young, but I shouldn’t have to remind you how important your role is, and how much responsibility comes with that title. It’s not just some pretty accessory you can add to your enormous wardrobe.”

“Trent, sorry. I overslept. I stayed out a little longer than I had expected at William & Sutter’s Halloween party.”

“Blair, I don’t need any excuses, nor do I need to know why you didn’t pick up the phone when I called. I just want to make sure your head is in the game. If there was some emergency and I needed to reach you, I want to feel assured that you’ll be there at a moment’s notice.”

“I understand that. I know we’re in the middle of a critical time for the company. With dad’s sudden illness, I know you have a lot of pressure on you to keep the company running smoothly. I promise you that I will do my very best.”

“Let’s hope that’s enough,” he spat back. “I know you’re a woman, and it’s harder for you to compartmentalize your emotions over dad’s illness from your work, but you need to get your shit together. We’re running a company here. Don’t expect that I’ll give you more leeway simply because we’re family. I’m not dad, I won’t coddle you. You’re twenty-four years old and an adult. It’s time you acted that way.”

I flinched at the hostility in his voice. “Don’t worry. I don’t want you to treat me any differently because we’re family. I do take my responsibilities as Vice President seriously. I
will
carry my weight in the company.”

“Speaking of
which, I got your email yesterday about transferring your communications with our lawyers to me. For your sake, I’m going to pretend that I didn’t receive that email from you in your attempt to try to shirk your responsibilities. It’s your job as VP to spearhead this international acquisition deal. I have more than enough on my plate right now. I don’t need to micro-manage that deal or your communications with our lawyers.”

I inhaled deeply as I tried to hold back the tears. “I understand. I have no problem with handling the acquisition deal with our lawyers.”

“Let’s hope that’s the case. Anyway, I called because I need you to review the financial documents I emailed you last night. Verify the figures and send me the final version by tonight. I’ll double-check the numbers tomorrow morning and will send you the final approved version by the afternoon. I need you to take them over to dad at the hospital and have him sign off on the paperwork.”

“Okay. Sure. I can take care of it.”

“Good.” Without another word, he hung up on me.

For a few minutes, I sat in my car in silence trying to process my conversation with Trent before starting the engine. I knew Trent was under a lot of pressure with his new responsibilities as CEO of Parker, Inc., but I had this unnerving feeling that there was something more to his actions.

Just then, my phone beeped, alerting me to a new email. My body froze when I saw that it was from Dean.

To: B. Parker

From: Dean Chase

Re: A Great Cup of Joe

Blair,

Seeing how close we’ve gotten recently through our professional relationship, we can drop the formalities and address each other on a first name basis.

It was great seeing you at our firm’s Halloween party last night. My date and I agreed that you had a very stunning costume.

I wanted to tell you that right after I left the party last night, I had three amazing cups of coffee. They were all strong, smooth, and
deeeeeelicious. In fact, they were so good, I’m already having some withdrawal symptoms, and am in need of another cup.
ASAP
. Care to join me? We can talk about the deal and work through all hours of the day and night if you’d like. As you know, at William & Sutter, we always put our clients
first
and aim to please. As such, I am available to you at your convenience.

Also, now come to think of it, the subject line really should read be “A Great Cup of Dean.” Don’t you agree?

Dean

Associate

William & Sutter LLP.

When I finished reading his email, I realized that I was grinning ear to ear. I immediately wiped the smile off my face as Trent’s words echoed in my head. I reminded myself that Dean Chase was our lawyer—he could be nothing more to me. I couldn’t risk my position at Parker, Inc. because of a momentary weakness and mistake last night with this man. I couldn’t tarnish my reputation and jeopardize everything I’d worked for. This was my father’s company, and I wanted to make him proud. So I knew that I couldn’t have anything to do with Dean. And with that thought, I responded back.

To: Dean Chase

From: B. Parker

Re: You’re Right

Mr. Chase:

I’m glad to hear to know that William & Sutter puts their clients’ needs first. Along those lines, as the client, I suggest we continue with the formalities.

Thank you for the coffee offer, but I must decline. I’m actually in a caffeine
detox, so I will not be drinking anymore coffee. Enjoy that coffee without me.

Also, going forward, I will continue to be your point person in the Parker, Inc’s acquisition deal. I asked that you keep contact
with me at a minimum and only when necessary. We would like to keep our legal costs down.

B. Parker

Acting Vice President

Parker, Inc.

After I sent the email, a sense of loss washed over me. I wasn’t sure why, but I couldn’t deny that there was something intriguing about Dean that I found hard to let go of. But I knew that I
had
to let go. As long as I was the vice president of Parker, Inc. and he was our lawyer, there was no future between us.

Chapt
er Two

Dean

Ten Years Ago

“Hi, baby!” Katherine threw her arms around me the moment she saw me standing by the baggage claim.
 

I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled the familiar scent of her coconut shampoo. “God, I’ve missed you.”
 

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled.
 

I handed her a bouquet of pink
gerber daisies, her favorite flowers. “This is for you.” 

“
Aww, thanks, honey. You’re too sweet.” 

“How was your flight?”

“It was a fucking bitch.” She made an annoyed face.

“It’s only an hour flight from Los Angeles to here. It couldn’t have been that bad
, right?” I teased as I leaned down and kissed her lips. 

“Not when you’re sitting next to some
grandma smelling like mothballs and cheap, stale perfume who wouldn’t stop talking to you. Old people are so fucking annoying.”

“We all get old. I’m sure she wanted to hear about your life and feel young again.” I tried to change the subject to veer the conversation away from anything that’d set her off.

“And feel hot again, too.” She rolled her eyes as she handed me her luggage.

“Come on, let’s get some food in you. That’ll put you in a better mood.”
 

“Sure.” She pulled out her compact and reapplied her lipstick. “So are we heading to your frat house first? I’d like to change and freshen up.”

“Sure thing.” 

“So what are we going to do this weekend?”

“Whatever you want? My frat bros are having a party at the house tonight, but I also made reservations at Chez Panisse for dinner. It’s this really nice restaurant my bro Damian recommended. It’s right on the water and is suppose to be really romantic. I thought it’d be nice since we didn’t get a chance to celebrate our three year anniversary last month.”

She smiled up at me. “
Aww, you’re just too sweet to me, Dean. Sometimes you’re just too nice.”

There was something in her voice that I didn’t understand. “Too nice?”

“Yea, nothing wrong with that. You know I love to be treated like a princess.” She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. 

I smiled at her, feeling lucky that we were together. Living at a frat house with a bunch of college guys, I knew how rare it was to still be with your high school sweetheart, especially when the relationship was long distance. I pulled her in for another hug before we got into the car. “It’s so good to have you here. I can’t believe it’s been two months since I’ve seen you.”

“Awww, we’ll have fun this weekend. And I think we should stay for the party. I want to see you in your element and get to know your friends.”

“Are you sure? I know you like to really go big when it comes to our anniversaries and your birthday. I want to make up for missing our three year anniversary due to midterms.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Besides, I think the Tiffany necklace you got me makes up for it.” She winked at me as she buckled up. “Now take me to this frat house of yours you’re living in now. Maybe we can have a quickie before the party.” 

I laughed and looked over at her. “How can I turn down the best sex of my life?”

She giggled. “I’m the
only
sex of your life.”

“Touché. I guess I lucked out and found the best sex of my life on the first try.”
 

***

“Dude, your chick is a wild child.” Damian came over to the keg and pumped out some beer for his near-empty cup.

I gulped down my beer and grinned as I watched Katherine chatting on the other side of the room talking to Gibson and Ryan. “She’s really something, isn’t she?”

Damian eyed me and shook his head in disgust. “Fuck, you’re so pussy whipped over this girl.” He followed my gaze and eyed Katherine up and down. “I mean, she’s definitely one hot piece of ass, but—”

“Watch it
, man. Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” I gave Damian a playful punch on the shoulder.

He laughed. “I’m just saying, she may be hot and cool, but you guys are long distance and we’re in college. Also, need I remind you we’re fucking Sigma
Chis, the frat with the hottest guys according most sororities across the nation? Brad Pitt, Jim Caviezel, and Tom Selleck are just some of our frat bros, dude.”

“You don’t get it, man. You’ve never been in love. I don’t care about other women when I have her. What more can I ask for?”

He gave me a look of disbelief. “You can ask for more pussy? Lots of it?”

“You’re ridiculous, man. Anyway, I’m going to go see how Katherine’s holding up. God knows what kind of shit Gibson is saying to her.”

“All I’m saying man is to think about it. College is the prime years for us to get some non-committal ass from chicks who just wanna have fun. I don’t want you to waste it away on some high school puppy love.”

I ignored his comment and walked over to where Katherine was. I knew Damian meant well and had my back, but I also knew he’d never been in a relationship nor did
he ever want to be in one, so how could ever understand where I was coming from?

“No, my hair is blonder than yours,” Katherine
squealed excitedly as she pulled a strand of her long, blond curls up toward Gibson’s hair to compare the two side by side. “Ahh, shit, you’re so right.”

“Yup.” Gibson chuckled. “I have the blondest fucking hair ever. It’s practically white.”

“You geezer!”

“The hottest fucking geezer in this room,” Gibson retorted.

“The only geezer in this room.” Katherine laughed.

“Hey, baby.” I put my hand around Katherine’s waist and handed her the cup of gin and tonic she wanted. “How’s it going?”

From the way Katherine was swaying back and forth and the glazed over look on both Katherine’s and Gibson’s eyes, I knew they were both pretty drunk at this point.

“Dean, you didn’t tell me your
frat bro Gibson was this hilarious.” 

“Baby, you sure you want that gin and tonic? You want a glass of water instead?”
 

“Don’t be a party pooper, Dean. I’m not that drunk yet. Just a little buzzed. Come on. Lighten up. We’re at a party, and I’m having fun!” She raised her arms above her head and started jumping
up and down to the techno music blasting from the speakers. “Woo!” 

She tripped and I caught her in my arms. “How about my beer instead? I can take your gin and tonic?”

She pouted her lips and slapped my chest. “Honey, you know there’s a shit load of calories in beer. Are you trying to make fat and ugly?”

I smiled at her. I knew she was obnoxious sometimes, especially when she was drunk, but for some reason, I enjoyed taking care of her. We’ve been dating for so long, it was comforting when I was with her. Since my parents had passed away a few years ago, Katherine was probably the closest person in my life and
the only link to my past.

“Of course not. You look amazing and can never be ugly. I just—”

“Katherine, listen to your boyfriend,” Gibson cut in. “My frat bro is right. You’re fucking hot. No way you can ever be ugly.” 

Katherine giggled and looked up at me. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love you, baby. You’re so good to me.” She slurred her words as her body slumped against me.
 

“I love you too.”
 

“Shit. Don’t make me barf up the last gallon of beer in my stomach.” Gibson downed the rest of his beer and let out a loud belch. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to find a hot piece of ass to fuck the shit out of.”
 

“See yah.” I looked down at Katherine who had a wide grin on her face.

“What’s up?” 

“Do you think I’m a hot piece of ass?” She
hiccupped and blinked slowly.

I laughed. “Yes, a
very
hot piece of ass.” 

She leaned up against my ear and nibbled at my earlobe. “I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”
 

I laughed. “Come on, silly. Let me take you to bed.”

“No! I want you to
fuck
the shit out of me. Here. Against the wall.
Anywhere
but your bed.” 

To my surprise, she reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans and squeezed it.
 

“Katherine, come on!” I grabbed her hand and lead her down the hallway to my room.

She giggled. “Come on, Dean. I don’t want you to
be
a fucking pussy. I want you to
fuck
the shit out of mine.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hallway bathroom and closed the door behind her. 

Before I could object, she stripped off her top and bra and pulled down her skirt.
 

“Now, fuck me like you mean it,” she demanded.

So for the next thirty minutes, I acted out of character and didn’t make love to Katherine. Instead, I fucked her like she was just a hot piece of ass.

***

Present Day

I wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow I had agreed to a meeting with Trent at Parker, Inc. this morning. He had said over the phone that he wanted to talk about my “dreams and goals for my future at William & Sutter LLP.” He had said he wanted to “help me get everything I’ve worked so hard for.” He had said that he believed that I had the potential to make both of our dreams come true.

It’d been almost two weeks since I saw Blair that morning after the Halloween costume. I wasn’t sure what had changed, but ever since she left my hotel room, she’d been cold and distant. Her rare emails to me about the acquisition deal were always brief, to the points, and devoid of any innuendos and flirtation.

Could she have really regretted our night together?

I wasn’t sure why, but I felt an odd sense of pain in the middle of my chest at the thought of the possible answer to that question. I thought back to that night and my cock immediately
moved when I thought about how hot and amazing she was. She was by far my ultimate chase and the best sex of my life. I could still feel the way her hips arched up against me in time my every thrust. I could still feel the way her legs wrapped tightly around my ass as she screamed out in pleasure each time I pounded deeper inside her. I could still feel the way her pussy tightened and spasm against the length of my cock as she reached her release.

“Sir?” The receptionist stared me with concern as I stared blankly at the wall as my cock throbbed with discomfort at the memory of my last and only night with Blair.

“Yes! Hi.” I leaped off the couch and snapped out of my daze.

“Mr. Parker’s ready to see you now. He asked that you meet him in his office. It’s to your left, down the hall, and all the way to the end. He has the corner office in that wing.”

“Sure. Thanks.” I gave her a quick smile and shifted my trousers, trying to hide the bulge that was poking through.

“Have a nice day.” I saw her eyes dart to my crotch and I knew she saw what I couldn’t hide.
 

“Uh, is the restroom down that hall too?” I kept my tone casual even though I had no doubt that she knew what I needed the restroom for.

She humored me and kept a straight face. “Yes, there’s one right before you get to Trent’s office.”

“Thanks.”
 

I quickly made my way down the hallway and saw the sign for the restroom ahead. But before I reached the restroom, my eyes spotted something else.
 

A large office to my right with frosted glass panels. Next to the closed door of the office was a
name plate against the wall that said, “Blair Parker.”

I wasn’t sure why, but I felt a need to see her. Even though I’d fucked her, it felt different this time. It didn’t feel like I was done with her. It didn’t feel like the chase was over. For some reason, I knew that I had to talk to her. I knew that I had to
spend more time with her.

Before I could change my mind, I opened the door to her office without knocking and walked in.

“Margo, please. I’m really busy right now. Please hold all my calls.” Her back was turned to me as she frantically typed away on her computer without looking up.

My body
tightened with excitement and I felt my cock move anxiously as the smell of her perfume greeted my nose. 

“It’s not Margo.”

My lips twisted into a crooked smirk as I heard an audible gasp escape from her lips. She recognized my voice.

She turned her chair around to face me and I saw the surprise on her face.
 

“What are you doing here?”
 

“I’m here to see you.” I cocked an eyebrow and gave her a seductive smile.

She looked away from me and grabbed some papers from her desk and started flipping through them. “You shouldn’t be here, Mr. Chase. We don’t have a meeting set up, and I’m really busy right now.”