I went to hand it back to Jason and he stops me. “Tap that box, and then type in your password to your email.”
With a glare, I take the phone back and finally get through the whole password, practically turning the air black with my frustration. It damn well better not take 17 tries every time I want to do something on the thing.
“Good,” Jason says, praising me like I’m seven. The bastard thing makes me feel seven, really. “Now look at all of these emails that have stacked up while you’ve been here in New York. Like,” he says, the excitement in his voice increasing, “look at this one. They’re wanting someone to work at the Barclay’s Arena in Brooklyn. They’re wanting to do a long-term act – someone to be in the rodeo every weekend. Chase, you can lasso almost everything – you have more skill than ten other cowboys put together. I bet you’d really woo them with that trick of yours, standing bareback on Moonshine while he gallops. I don’t know of anyone else who can do that.”
I pull the phone out of his hands and start reading the ad. It’s true—I’m a billionaire. I’m set for life. I could never go to work again, and have enough money to keep my great-grandkids happy.
But…what is the fun in that? I love horses; I love performing in front of a crowd, and I love the thrill of winning. Learning to do dangerous tricks and performing them flawlessly every time in front of a roaring crowd?
What isn’t to love about that idea?
I grin up at Jason. “Alright, I guess I forgive you for forcing me to buy this damn thing,” I say. I hit the off button and slide it into my back pocket. “Now can I go eat whatever Carla’s cooking me?”
“Sure, sure,” he says with a grin, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I wouldn’t dare to get between you and Carla twice in one day,” and touches his eye dramatically.
“See ya,” I say, ignoring his little jab at me, and leave him to drive the truck back to the hotel. Me? I just want some of Carla's cooking.
I pay the taxi cab driver an exorbitant amount money as I slide out of the cab and head up to the apartment. I ring the bell for 2B and wait for her to buzz me in. Such a difference from Texas, I tell you what. I’m not used to so many damn locks everywhere.
The buzzer went off and I head up the stairs two at a time. I hardly even notice my surroundings; there could be paintings of naked chicks on the wall, and I wouldn’t even notice.
Okay, maybe I’d notice that.
But truly, all I want right now is…Carla.
I hear footsteps and look up to see Becca heading toward me.
“Have a good night!” Becca says with a giant grin as she passes me on the stairs.
“Thanks,” I say, tipping my hat as we pass. That huge smile had me wondering, though. It was like she knew something I didn’t...
I knock on 2B. I hear the deadbolt slide back and then...
Oh Lordy.
Carla is standing there in a black teddy with only a shelf bra serving as the cups, leaving her delicious nipples exposed to the air.
I stare and thank God almighty, she just stands there and lets me. I’m not sure I can tear my eyes away long enough to keep from walking into a wall. The pink tits are cute and begging for my tongue and my fingertips and my teeth and…
“I have no idea how to cook,” she finally says, and I’ll admit, I only hear her in some distant part of my mind. Like, I hear her, but didn’t really hear her, if you know what I mean. “I thought I’d let you eat me out for dinner instead.”
She turns away from the front door and walks a few steps away from me, which is when I realize that the teddy is actually a thong in back.
Fuck yes.
I spring through the door and slam it behind me.
Oh yes siree bob.
13
Carla
I take his hand and, without saying a word more, lead him toward my living room. We step inside and he wastes no time; closing the distance between us, he places his hands on my hips and pushes me back until my legs are against the edge of the bed. I fall on the mattress, looking expectantly as he loosens his tie and climbs on top of the bed.
“C’mere,” I whisper, grabbing his tie and pulling him into me. He crushes his mouth against mine, his hands finding their way to my waist. I close my eyes as we kiss, our tongues wrestling against one another as he explores my body.
Remembering how I missed the chance of seeing his naked body last time, I take both my hands to the collar of his shirt, decided to undress him as soon as possible. I undo the knot on his tie and pull it out, throwing it to the side; then, I start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers moving from button to button at a hurried pace. The moment I feel the hem of his pants, I untuck his open shirt and push it down his arms.