The Replacement Girlfriend

Chapter 15

Another series of short honks cut through the air and Jace smiled weakly in the direction of Chase’s car. “Looks like he wants you back,” he laughed. “Well it was nice meeting you Krislynn. We’ll probably see each other around?”

“Of course,” she bubbled and spread out her arms to receive a friendly goodbye hug like the one Michelle and Seth had given her a moment before. Except Jace extended his arm out for a handshake at precisely the same time and caused her to blush at her apparent bluntness.

Immediately changing her posture, Krislynn brought her arms down to her side before extending a hand out to meet his. By the time she had made the transition though, Jace had changed his, and now stood in an awkward lean for a hug. “I thought you were...” His words trailed off as he reverted back to the handshake and shook her hand firmly in his.

Krislynn pouted just ever so slightly at the gesture. It was nice holding his hand, but not as nice as if he had hugged her instead. If only she hadn’t been so quick to change her stance, she thought, and then he might have just embraced her in his arms.

Her eyes flickering up to meet his, Krislynn only caught his gaze for half a second before Jace tugged her arm and pulled her up against his body. “Oh what the hell,” he said and wrapped his arms tightly around her body before pulling away.

The hug, even though it had been a simple and a quick one, was even better than Krislynn had imagined. It was like she had overdosed on all things chocolate, died and went to Heaven. She could hardly breathe from the over exhaustion on her heart, but forced herself, since Jace’s cologne was wondrous to behold.

With a haste wave, Jace walked the few metres to his Mercedes and disappeared inside the car. Krislynn was left in a trance and it wasn’t until Chase honked again that she was reminded that her little crush would have to be kept a little crush---nothing more.

The drive to Chase’s house was quiet and uneventful, but she hardly noticed with the billions of romantic situations happening in her head that involved Jace and herself.  Only when she arrived in front of the house she was going to be staying at for the next little while, did Jace leave her thoughts.

Agitated and moody, Chase brought Krislynn’s bags inside before giving her a quick tour of the house. Situated high up on Hollywood Hills, Chase’s residence had a great view of downtown L.A and Krislynn just had to be mesmerized with every window in the house. It didn’t help that she was easily distracted and so what started as a ‘quick’ tour ended up being over an hour long.

When he had finally showed her every possible public area of the house, he brought her bags and showed her to one of his guest rooms. Her new room wasn’t quite as nice or as spacious as his own, but it was the only other one with an en-suite bathroom and he thought she would appreciate that more than anything else.

Besides the obvious queen sized bed and a massive walk-in closet, there was a wide window of L.A scenery and a small balcony that overlooked the Palm trees and the outdoor pool below. Krislynn didn’t hesitate to touch everything within reach. “I know I said I wouldn’t fall in love, but your house is making it so hard not to! How much do you make a year? How can you afford to live like this?”

Chase shrugged, but kept a smug look on his face. “I get by,” he replied, failing the key to being humble.

“Piss off! How much do you really make a year? This place is even better than my best friend’s place and her house is huge!”

“Well I get an annual salary of about $200,000 a year,” he explained. “Which isn’t much, but plus the approximate 15% I get from each movie’s total earning and the fact that most of them rake in about 1 point something billion, I’m making a good couple hundred million per flick.”

Krislynn’s jaw dropped and after realizing she wasn’t going to come out of her shock anytime soon, Chase headed out the door. “Well, I’ll leave you be. My room is the one at the end of this hallway. If you need anything, don’t bother me. Figure things out yourself.”

After he got back to his room, the first thing Chase did was head straight for the shower to drench himself in ice cold water. He hadn’t forgotten. Three days. Three days and three nights to be exact. His body was brimming with energy and it felt like any moment now, he’d exploded like a nuclear bomb. He needed to do something---anything---to get rid of it.

Deciding that the easiest solution for the night was to go out and have a jog, he threw on some sweats before making his way downstairs. Unfortunately, during his route to the front door, he caught a glimpse of Krislynn bending down ever so inappropriately. It wasn’t just that she was bending down with her butt pointing towards the ceiling, but the fact that she was only wearing a pair of lacy red underwear.

“What the hell,” he muttered as he came to a halt and walked to where she was standing inside the kitchen.

Krislynn straightened herself and turned to him at the sound of his voice. “Oh I just saw the biggest spider,” she said, “but I think I lost him.”

At once Chase’s eyes made a beeline towards her chest and noticed the peaks of her nipples pressing up against her shirt. God damn, he thought as he gritted his teeth together. First, she doesn’t wear pants and now she’s not even wearing a bra?! Wasn’t she making herself a little too comfortable at his house?

“Do you like my shirt?” She suddenly asked and it was then that Chase realized he’d been staring. His eyes did a quick overview of her oversized shirt that screamed poverty and shuddered. Not only was there a little hole down by the hem, but the shirt was just ugly with a creepy smiling tree in the middle and the words, ‘trees are our friends’ surrounding it.

“Why aren’t you wearing pants?” He asked right away. He had noticed that when she stood up, her shirt was long enough to cover her panties, but knowing that they could possibly slip out every time she bent or kneeled or sat, didn’t exactly put his mind at rest.

Krislynn frowned at his remark and looked down at her body as she contemplated his question. “It’s hot in here,” she said. “And it’s fine. I’m always like this, even back home. I find clothes so restricting and uncomfortable. I’d go ahead and be a nudist if I didn’t have such a level-headed set of morals.”

A nudist? Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, spring, summer, fall and winter---all year round no clothes?! Good lord!

Rolling his hands into fists, Chase pushed all sorts of dirty thoughts out of his mind. “Well this isn’t home,” he snapped. “I’m a guy Krislynn, whether you like it or not and if you’re going to walk around like that, don’t call me a pervert---I will look.”

Krislynn finished her glass of water before gently placing the empty tumbler in the sink. “Then look,” she said haughtily as she walked by, playfully giving him another peek of her underwear as she passed. “Just don’t touch.”

Great, he thought as he heard her clamber back upstairs. Just great. He’ll definitely need more than just a fucking jog.