Liar Liar (22 page)
Chase shook himself. He was a little drunk, maybe more than he should be at one of these hoity-toity society things that Jessup was always pushing him to attend for his public image, not that he gave a damn.
He hadn’t cared about much of anything. Not since the first time he’d let her go.
But he’d been nervous about tracking Suze down, especially considering what he needed from her. Even after all these years, she was just as breathtakingly gorgeous as she’d been in college, but perhaps without her old innocence. He’d been callow, then, and too full of himself. A campus celebrity with a promising pro career after another winning season as quarterback, he’d seen her only as a stuck up trust fund baby. She’d fallen for his charms, just like every other girl and, fool that he was, he’d thrown her away.
Then, he’d discovered how wrong he was.
Suze was anything but ordinary.
Now, as he watched her circulating the floor, his chest felt tight. He fingered the collar of his expensive navy suit, feeling unaccountably hot in a way that had nothing to do with the bourbon, and everything to do with the sweet leggy blonde stalking away from him as if she could stab his eyes out with her stilettos.
He almost wished she could.
Then he wouldn’t be subjected to the unconsciously seductive sway of her tight little ass as she left him.
Jessup, next to him, gave a low whistle. “So, that’s Suzanne Collins.” His eyes were plastered on the beautiful blonde.
“Yeah.” Chase was irritated with Jessup’s interest, though he couldn’t say why.
“She’s even better in person.” Hell, Jessup was practically panting.
“Yeah,” he repeated. If he wasn’t careful, he was liable to smash his fist into something. Like Jessup’s eager face. “Put your tongue back in your head. She’s off limits.”
“Maybe for you. She didn’t look too happy to see you. I still can’t believe you let that one slip through your golden fingers.” His agent’s eyes devoured her greedily.
“You think you have what it takes to nail her down?” Chase gritted, through clenched teeth. He took a hefty swing of his almost empty glass. “I never did.”
“I’d like to nail her, for sure.” Jessup gave him a chin jerk. “You sure we need her?”
Boy, did he.
Chase needed her all right. Her astute fundraising talents, her considerable financial resources, her high society connections. “I’m sure. She’s the one.”
The fact that he wanted to bury himself in her sweetness had nothing to do with it.
He was a known playboy, a man that knew how to manipulate women in and out of his bed. But he needed her—and only her. All his plans depended on it. After so many years as the most eligible bachelor on the sports circuit, now, he’d have to put every scheme in his playbook into action to score the hottest blonde in Hotlanta and make all his dreams come true.
Table of Contents
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter Two
Chapter Five
Chapter Nine