The Replacement Girlfriend

Chapter 7

7. Underwear or No Underwear

Once inside Chase's hotel room, Krislynn felt a sudden sense of anxiousness wash over her. She wasn't afraid of him in any way---there wasn't much that scared Krislynn Reimer in this world. Still, he was a complete stranger and she was going to spend the entire night alone with him. That was more than enough to make any girl a little cautious not mentioning absolutely terrified and guarded.

Taking a quick glance around the room, Krislynn didn't find anything that seemed out of place. A bunch of clothes were lying on the floor, a laptop was lit up on his desk and stacks of paper were spread out all over the bed. As far as she could see, there wasn't anything in sight that could qualify as a bloody handprint or a last minute death message.

Dragging Chase over to the bed, she dropped to her knees and crouched low, taking a long look below the bed for signs of dead corpses or sliced body parts. "Okay, what the hell are you doing?" Chase's voice came in an irritated manner.

"Nothing," she said breezily as she got back up, "just searching for stashed bodies is all."

"You're an idiot," was his immediate reply. "If I wanted to kill you, trust me, I wouldn't have waited until now."

"Ha, you're so funny," she muttered before changing the topic. "So... what are we going to do tonight?"

Chase was silent as he glanced over at the clock on his bedside. It was only a little after ten---way too early to go to bed when he had been sleeping until the sun was in the middle of the sky for the past half a week. "Sleep I guess," he said with a lazy shrug. "I don't know what else we could do in public without looking suspicious."

"No way," Krislynn barked. "I'm not going to sleep tonight! I mean, who knows what you'll do to me if I fall unconscious! No. Instead, we're both going to stay awake the entire night just to be fair."

"Why did you even ask for my opinion if you've already got it all figured out?" Chase yelled as he dragged her towards the bathroom. "Whatever. I'm taking a shower. I think there's still food in my hair from when you attacked me in the restaurant."

Narrowing her eyes skeptically at him, Krislynn followed him inside. "Amuse me," she muttered. "Just how are you going to take a shower? You can't even take your shirt off with one of your hands handcuffed to me."

Without saying a word, Chase grabbed his electric razor from the drawer and used the pointed edges to cut into the T-shirt he was wearing. When there were significant holes in the material, he placed the razor down before digging his fingers into the holes and ripping the rest of his shirt apart. He then turned his attention to his jeans when the tattered fabric fell to the floor and started unzipping his fly as if Krislynn wasn't there.

Shocked, Krislynn was too stunned to do anything but gaze idiotically at his amazing body. Sure she had seen tons of guys with the same type of lean muscled body Chase had, but who was she kidding---they were all images out of magazines. She had never seen them in real life not mentioning extremely up close!

"Why are you staring at me like I'm an endangered animal?" Chase asked as he kicked off his jeans and slipped the thumb of his hand beneath his boxers.