“You’re not going anywhere with her,” Patricia ordered. “You’re coming with me. You belong with me.”
With a sigh, I lifted a brow and stared into Ainsley’s eyes. “Give me a minute to take out the trash?”
She grinned. “Take your time. I still have my martini to drink.”
I winked at her, and she giggled. How did I get so lucky finding this woman? Would just anyone have stood by my side while my ex talked trash? She was quite remarkable.
“I owe you one,” I whispered.
“Hmm, I’ll take you up on that.” She sat down, lifted the olives from her drink, slid one off, and chewed it. She then lifted her gaze to mine and winked.
Sexy as hell.
“Come on, Chase,” Patricia ordered. “Now. Let’s go.”
I turned back to Patricia. “Do like my friend here said and get out. You’re not welcome here.”
“Even after you fucked me the way you did? Oh, come on now, Chase. We both know we’re made for each other. We’re both bold and expect the same in someone else. I can handle you where no one else can.” Her last words were directed to Ainsley.
Ainsley, in response, ate another olive and smiled.
My God, this woman surprised me tonight. I had no idea she had this much moxie. Sexy as fuck was what that was.
I sighed and placed my hands on my hips. “You need to leave, Patricia. Nothing will ever happen again between us. We’re over, and you need to accept that.”
Patricia gasped and stepped into the private room. She snatched Ainsley’s drink from her and chucked it onto my chest. “Fuck you, Chase! Fuck you!” And then she turned and stormed out of the room.
The bouncer peeked in and shook his head. “Sir, I’m truly sorry. Everything will be comped and on the house tonight.”
“I appreciate that,” I told the man, “but please, it’s not necessary.”
The man nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I wiped at my jacket and then turned to Ainsley. As she stood, I gaped at her dress. The front was now wet from the backsplash of her drink.
“Ahh hell, Ainsley. I’m sorry.”
She looked at me and laughed. “Why are you sorry? This is by far the best date I’ve been on in a while. We opened up deep wounds, and I got to see the horrendous ex in her prime. I mean, she dumped my amazing martini on us, but to see you tell her off? Quite fun!”
I shook my head. “Where the hell have you been all my life? I think any other woman would have been completely offended by the turn of events.”
“Well,” she said and stepped closer to me, slipping her hands over my chest and wet jacket. “I’m not any other woman. I’m just me.”
I grinned and cupped her cheek. I swiped my thumb under her bottom lip and then leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips.
“I’m very happy about that.”
I hadn’t anticipated bringing Ainsley to my home tonight. The thought had crossed my mind, but I didn’t think it would happen. Yet here we were. My driver pulled up my driveway and into my garage and then opened my door.
I stepped out and then offered her my hand. She accepted it and stood by my side. I looked over my shoulder to my driver. He bowed his head, lowered the garage door, and made his way out a side entrance.
Once the garage door was closed, I turned back to Ainsley. “Nervous?”
“After the show tonight? Not at all.”
I chuckled. “I’m sorry that happened.”
“So, who’s Patricia really?”
I took her hand and led her into my home. Lights turned on as we stepped inside and closed the door behind us.
I shrugged off my suit jacket. “Let’s say she’s my worst mistake.” I unbuttoned my sleeves, then began working on my dress shirt.
“Umm, Chase?” she asked.
“Yeah?”
“Are you undressing?” She was blushing.
I smirked and gave her a nod. “Absolutely. We’re both soaked. Come on. I have a T-shirt and some boxers you can put on if you want?”
Her brows rose in surprise. “Am…well, am I staying here tonight or something?”
“Do you want to?”
She shrugged. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead, actually.”
She’d said she wasn’t nervous, but that changed as soon as we talked about changing clothes and the possibility of her staying the night.
Damn, I wanted her in my bed. I want to wake her by settling between her legs and licking her delectable pussy.
“Tell you what. You can change, and then I’ll have my driver take you home. Sound good?” My dick was hard and throbbed in my pants. I wanted to shower and take her with me. Push her against the tile and fuck her until the morning sun rose.
She nodded. “That’ll work.”
“Okay, follow me.” I led her toward my bedroom, which was more rustic than the kitchen.
“I love your bed frame,” Ainsley said.
I had a king-size bed with four light-pine columns that looked like smoothed trees.
“I appreciate that. It’s from some of the land my family owns. I had it made.”
She smiled, walked toward the bed a few paces, and then turned around.
“I want to shower and clean up. Care to join me?” I waggled my brows.
She laughed and shook her head. “I don’t think that’s such a great idea.”
“Why not?” I asked. “I mean, we’re both covered in martini. The least I could do is offer you the shower.”
“Would I be alone in said shower?”
I smirked and stepped closer to her. I shook my head. “Not a chance.”
She pursed her lips together. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“I agree,” I started and lowered myself to my knees on the floor. “I think it’s a great idea.”
Ainsley grinned, and then a soft laugh left her. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.” I loved her laugh, and she had an amazing smile. I scooted closer and pressed my chest to her knees. I rested my arms on her thighs and folded my hands. “I did have a great time tonight, regardless of Patricia.”
“Patricia who?” she said with a wink. “I had a great time too. And Chase?”
“Yeah?”
She paused before speaking and slipped her hand through my hair. I closed my eyes and tilted my head into her caress and was startled a bit when she pressed her lips to my forehead.
“Thank you for opening up to me.”
I lifted my gaze to hers. “Thank you.”
Ainsley then moved her legs apart and allowed me to move in closer. My chest was now pressed to her sweet spot, the entrance to her body, her pussy. My dick throbbed even harder being this close to her.
She bent down and cupped my cheeks and then tilted my head up. She slanted her lips over mine and, sighing into my mouth, kissed me with a desperation I had never encountered. It was hard, passionate, and erotic.
I stood and pulled her to her feet without breaking our kiss. I felt along her dress for a zipper but only shoved my hands through the crisscross of the back of her dress.
I growled into her mouth. “Where’s the fucking zipper?”