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He looked at my hand on his arm, I pulled it back, afraid he would get mad at me.

His eyes glazed over, again hitting with me that dark look, making my insides quiver with want.

Continued of the last episode ...

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Chase

"The meeting's been moved to another location since my partners weren't able to make it." I grimly said.

In reality, those sons of bitches had rescheduled the meeting I was supposed to attend next Saturday.

Huffing, I rubbed my forehead, trying not to burst out again.

Ivy surprised me when she put her hand on my arm. Just a simple touch but from her... it meant so much to me.

"Could you wait for me, I won't be too long?" I asked, softening my gaze, hoping she'd say yes.

"Oh...um, of course. It's no problem at all." She faintly stated in her timid voice, still not looking directly at me.

Putting a hand on her knee, I lightly squeezed it, "Ok. I won't be too long."

Firstly I'd decided to remove my hand, but I loved the feel of her skin.

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Ivy

I was having a hard time trying to pace my breathing.

Oh God! His hand is on my knee.

For some unknown reasons, I wanted him to move it up, just a little bit.

His hand there alone was making tingles shoot up my body, making my nether regions so wet that they ached to be touched.

I had to bite my lip to prevent my stupid self from making any embarrassing noises.

I think I'd friggin ******, just by his hand on

my knee.

Too bad, he's got to go. But I think that's good too, I'll have some time to compose myself, get in control of my nerves. And maybe try to not blush every time he says something. His hand on my knee warmed my skin, making me squirm, it took me everything I had to not take his hand and put it under my skirt.

These things that I was feeling scared and excited me at the same time.

Chase Wright was very hard to read. He was just so moody. Sometimes he was so cold, detached and sometimes he was giving me that lustful look, like he wanted no one but me.

Shaking my head I thought, it was useless to try and figure him out.

First Adrian and now him.

I don't think I have it in me to stand another hot devil.

I suddenly felt his body tighten, like he was holding himself back from something.

Frowning, I was about to ask him what was wrong.....when I felt his hand move, he was now stroking my knee.

My mouth shut up of it's own accord.

His phone suddenly rang.

Damn it!

Just when I was thinking, he would make a move, his bloody phone rings.

I thought he would pull his hand back.....but to my utter amazement he didn't.

Answering the call, as he talked to the person on the line, he continued to stroke my leg. My breath hitched when his hand inched up, now stroking my lower thigh. My whole body went still, shivers of pleasure ran up my spine.

I chanced a look at him, he was staring straight ahead. Making my thigh heat up with his sensual touch as he drew circles on my skin, I clamped my mouth shut to keep myself from gasping.

I had no idea what to do. No idea why he was doing this.

Could he possibly want me?

But why would he?

He could literally have any girl in the world, any model, any celebrity....just anyone.

None of this made sense.

I almost let out a whimper when he squeezed my thigh, making my core heat up even more.

"Yes, Mr. Flores, my assistant Charlie will see to it. The reservation is in the Elite hotel?....I see." He continued to ramble on and on, but I couldn't hear him. Too concentrated on his touch.

His hand was inching up even more, not able to keep it coiled inside of me anymore, I let out a loud moan.

I didn't care if he saw me as a needy slut. I just wanted him....to touch me....there.

I heard the click of his phone.....just when I was thinking that he would now give all his attention to me.....he removed his hand.

I gave him a heated glare but he just gave me a smug smirk, looking straight ahead.

What the hell?.

That f*cking b*stard.

I glared fire at him, but he maintained his cool stature, not affected in the least, still not looking at me.

I wanted to yell at him, to put his hand right back where it was and maybe.....just maybe, finger me a little.

No, I won't say anything. How needy do I wanna seem?

Fidgeting with my skirt, I looked out at the moving world, trying to put on an act of indifference.

He wanted me to beg him...Oh he'll see what he's in for.

I'll beg him to f*** me over my dead body.

Because Ivy never begs, she might be a bit timid and submissive but she never, ever begs.

I had mixed feelings, I'd never felt even a little bit of attraction to any man.

But him, I thought, looking over at him.....he was a whole other story.

I wanted him to do things...dark things to me....things I never thought I would ever want any man to do to me.

I was left there on the seat, wanting... craving his touch, just a wanton little girl.

What I couldn't figure out was...why did he do that?

Sending me mixed signals.... which I had no idea what they meant.

Chase was so calm and collected. And just like every other girl, I couldn't help but be reeled in by his dark aura. His every move was calculated..... he knew exactly what he was doing. I could never see what he was feeling, he always kept this wall up, hiding his emotions from others.

Whereas me on the other hand, all I could do was blush at his every word and let him make me breathless with his touch.

I wanted him to touch me...there, I said it. I wanted him to touch me with every fiber of my being. Feel his rough hands on my skin. Drown in the feel of him.

But he held back.

Shaking my head, I decided not to dwell on him or what I wanted from him anymore.

It's just an interview.....not a lustful s*x ride.

The car suddenly pulled to a halt, stopping with a screech.

"We're here." Chase said, getting out.

Whatever. It's just an interview....."yeah, keep telling yourself that, we both know it isn't true", my conscious sneered at me. She really was a b*tch.

I was about to get out..... when the rear door suddenly opened and I saw Chase extend his hand toward me.

My hand reached out for his of its own accord as he pulled me out of my seat....a grin plastered on his face.

God, his face!

Putting his hand on my lower back, making me shiver in delight, he guided me through the huge black gates whilst I just fidgeted with my bag.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Chase huskily said, making me look up as he subtly wrapped his hand around my waist.

I couldn't help but gape at the huge white mansion-like house, beautiful flowers and grass lined the pebbled pathway as he guided me to the entrance. It must be at least 6 floors, judging from the height.

"This is your 'humble abode'?" I gasped out.