Forty Nine
When four-thirty hit, Lisa and I walked out of the building.towards the first bar she wanted to stop at. I got a simple mixed drink, and just as I was finishing it, three of our co-workers walked in. "Sam, Lisa!" I heard Darren yell, with Matt and Nancy in tow. The best way to describe Darren would be the stereotypical accountant. Glasses, dorky, and a math wiz. Matt and Nancy were siblings and mostly kept to themselves.
"Hey guys!" Lisa said and smiled at everyone.
"Sam, you never come out with us!" Matt said and I just stared at him. I didn't even know going out to drink was something everyone did. I laughed lightly and sipped the last of my drink. "Let me buy you one, what're you drinking?" Matt said and set my glass on the bar.
After I finished my third drink, I was ready to go home. Or back to Chase's apartment. I reached for my cell phone, and texted him the name of the bar I was at. Darren bought my next drink and I was just shocked because I don't think anyone has bought me drinks this often. Lisa and Nancy were chatting while Darren and I played pool with Matt watching. I checked my phone again and didn't have any messages from Chase.
I leaned over the pool table and hit the cue, missing my last stripe. "Damn," Matt and I said at the same time. Suddenly, someone threw their arm over my shoulder. I was horrified it was Matt until I looked up and saw Chase's smiling face.
"Hey" I smiled and leaned my head against him.
"You are trashed, huh?" His smile faded a bit. I just nodded and kept my huge grin.
"Your turn," Darren nodded at me. I leaned back over the table and Chase pulled the back of my skirt down. Whoops. I saw Darren and Matt look away from us as I hit the cue and sunk my last stripe. "Lets see the 8," Darren said. I shot and missed entirely. I giggled and leaned against Chase who was now supporting all of my weight. I saw Lisa and Nancy walking over. Lisa was wiggling her eyebrows up and down behind Chase's back.
"Sam, who's this?" Nancy smiled up at Chase.
"Chase," I stared at her with no expression. I didn't like the way she was flirting with her eyes. But Chase just gave her a smile and had his attention on me.
"Sam's boyfriend," he added and kissed my hair. Darren just stared at us; I realized it was my turn again. I leaned down, and yet again, Chase pulled the back of my skirt down. Was it really that short? I wanted to roll my eyes at him. I sunk the 8 with no problem and won. I smiled huge at Darren.
"So what, do you owe me another drink?" I muttered and hiccuped a little.
"I think it's time to head out, actually," Chase said to the group. I pouted at him but figured the sooner I'm out of here, the sooner I can get to bed and actually be alive tomorrow for work. I said my goodbyes with Chase following suit. He led me to his car and buckled me in.
"I can do that, ya know?" I mumbled and raised my eyebrows at him. He smiled and planted a kiss on my forehead.
"I'm well aware of your capabilities to be an independent women. But you're wasted and I like taking care of you." He had his hand on my thigh for the rest of the drive. I dozed off, waking up to him opening my door for me. "Would you like a bath?"
"No, I'm too tired," I mumbled and walked right to his bedroom. I pulled my shirt off, before I knew it he was right behind me, kissing my neck and rubbing my shoulders. "No, I'm too tired," I mumbled again.
"Mhm," he hummed, unzipping the side of my skirt.
"No, I'm too tired." I mumbled again and collapsed onto the bed face down. I reached around and attempted to remove my bra. With no luck, Chase unclipped it and covered me in the blanket.
"Goodnight," He hummed into the back of my head.
"Ah-night," And with that, I fell asleep immediately.
The following day at work was interesting. Lisa told me they stayed out for another couple rounds of pool and darts. "Yeah, it was fun. I'd do it again." I smiled back at her. Surprisingly, I was not hungover. When I had woken up, Chase was cooking bacon and eggs. He left orange juice on the nightstand for me too. He's spoiling me.
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes from staring at spreadsheet after spreadsheet. I should do something to spoil Chase, but what? I checked the time, it was almost eleven. I could repay him the lunch from yesterday. I waited until eleven, grabbed my keys, and headed out. Driving through the city during this time was never fun. I can't believe he did this yesterday for me.
I pulled up to the law firm, walking into the chilly air conditioned lobby. The obsessive blonde was sitting at the desk and smiled at me. "How can I help?"
"Is Chase -- Charlie available?"
"Reason for your visit? Do you have an appointment?" It almost seemed like she was getting defensive. I shook my head.
"No appointment. I just wanted to stop by and see him."
"I'll go check." She stood up, wearing a very similar skirt to what I had been wearing yesterday. When she came back, she shrugged at me and said "He's not in." I stared at her.
"His car is right there," I pointed to the front door, towards where the parking lot was. Did she think I was stupid? Maybe she is being defensive.
"Sorry, I can take a message?" She rolled her eyes lightly at me.
"Why lie?" I questioned Blondey.
"He's not taking visitors right now." She shrugged again. I walked past her desk and down the hall towards his door. I knocked quick and waited. Blondey was right next to me. The door opened, and there he was. "I told her you're not taking visitors, but she just came back here."
"If Ms. Molina stops by, please just send her to me." Chase stared at Blondey. Her eyes rolled before she twisted and walked out front. He shut the door and smiled at me. "Well, this is a nice surprise," he hummed and hugged my waist.
"Good, surprising you is fun," I mumbled into his buttoned up chest. He pulled away slightly before taking one hand up to my face. His smile gave me flutters in my stomach. He pecked my lips quick before pulling me over to his desk.
"Let's pick this up where we left off, yes?" He lifted me slightly and set me on his desk after pushing some paperwork and folders away. I remembered the last time I was here, Britney had knocked on the door and interrupted us with her persistent obsession. I was wearing a knee length tight dress, which was soon hiked up.
"Can you lock the door?" I looked up at him. "I wouldn't want anyone coming in here."
"I already did," he smiled against my neck, planting soft kisses. His hands traveled up and down my bare thighs. Reaching for his slacks, there was a knock on the door. He pulled away and stared at me. "Why do people do this to me?" He whispered. I jumped over the desk and sat in the chair. He shook his pants and pulled them out, trying to hide his happy friend. "Britney." He said as he opened the door.
"You have a lunch appointment at 12 with Mr. Gusso. I just wanted to remind you since you have a client" She said sweetly, emphasizing 'client', which clearly I was no longer.
"And when noon arrives, Ms. Molina and I will be done." He shut the heavy door and turned to me. "She's a buzz-kill." He shook his head.
"She knows I'm not a client, she's probably just jealous that I get attention from you..." He sat down in his large desk chair and I crawled back onto the desk with a smile on my face. "Well?" I sat on the edge in front of him, reaching out with both legs on either side of him. He reached to me, and pulled me down on top of him.
"Well, Ms. Molina," Chase mumbled into my neck. "I like your surprises." I removed myself from on top of him, nearly collapsing from my jelly legs that still had heels strapped to my feet.
"I like giving you surprises." I whispered back. My mouth was numb from how hard he was covering my mouth to suppress any noise. He bit my neck at some point, so I'm positive I have some sort of bruise on my pale skin. I looked back at Chase after fixing my dress. His dark hair was sticking up every way possible.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked while leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. His smile slowly spread over his face as he spoke.
"You. Your hair. Your bright red face."
"You can't say much about my hair, or my red face. You have a red body, messy attire, and what appears to be a bruise across your neck." I scoffed at him and went for my purse, which held a small compact mirror.
"Oh my god, how am I supposed to leave?" I stared at him. He shrugged with a smile and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing everything back into place. His desk had papers spread everywhere. Thankfully, I had a brush in my purse. I adjusted my dress again and used a tissue to wipe away any misplaced makeup. There was another knock on the door. Chase leaned his head all the way back, sighing, before standing up. He clipped his slacks and buttoned up the top buttons on his shirt before opening the door, which I hid behind.
"Yes?"
"What happened to you?" a man chuckled and tried to enter the room.
"I'm with a client, we'll be wrapping up within the next few minutes." He said in a very professional tone.
"Of course." the man said, Chase shut the door and rubbed his face. I hugged him and removed some mascara that had smudged from my face to the side of his.
"I'll be leaving..." I smiled small at him.
"I'll see you tonight," he kissed my forehead and went back to his chair. He rolled up to his desk, collecting the papers from the floor and organizing them. I turned to open the door, "drive safe," he hummed. I left the room and shut the door behind me.