Trust (7 page)

Chase doesn't last long,
leaning against one of the posters of his bed while I kneel in front of him,
pulling every inch of his hardness between my lips that I can fit.  I'm hungry
for his cock, hungry for his hands gripping my hair and hungry for the sound of
my name uttered repeatedly as he fills my mouth with his hot essence.   

When he's done, we move
to the kitchen and dive into the Chinese food we had brought, using paper
plates and plastic cutlery supplied by the restaurant so that Chase won't have
to clean any dishes.

"I really do like
this place.  I just think it needs a more personal touch.  But it's gorgeous,
and has a great layout." 

"Yeah," Chase
nods, looking around.  "It
is
nice."

"How long have you
lived here?" I ask after swallowing a mouth full of Kung Pao.

"Not long,"
Chase replies, still looking around.  "I really don't even think of this
place as home since I never really spend any time here.  So what do you want to
do tonight?"

I pause with another
mouthful of food as I look at him.  He's now paying closer attention to his own
meal than is necessary, so I know he is deliberately trying to change the
subject.  Not only does he not like living in this house, he seems to hate
talking about it as well.

"Not sure."  I
have my own house waiting for me back home.  Apartment, anyway.  Whenever I'm
there it's comfortable, and when I'm away I miss it.  But today I feel bummed
at having to return so soon.  "I leave tomorrow, you know.  My flight's at
noon I think.  So I'll have to be at the airport around ten."

Chase looks up at me, his
cool blues probing into mine as he searches for something behind them. 
"That means I still have you for one more night," he finally smiles.

"Whatever are you
going to do with me?"

"I can think of a
lot of things I'd like to do to you, but all of those are things that have to
be kept private and I was thinking you might want to go out again.  Party it up
on your last night."

I shrug.  Last night's
party was more than enough excitement for me.  I don't think I could handle
another run in with any more of Chase's past.  Not to mention all of the fans
that seem to hound him.  "Does it sound lame if I say I'd rather stay in
with you?  Just watch a movie or something?"

Chase reaches out and
touches my hand, running a fingertip up along my knuckles, past my wrist and
then back down again.  "Not at all.  I would love a quiet night in with
you.  We can order room service for dinner and not leave for anything."

I sigh, blowing a strand
of hair out of my eyes and returning my gaze to my meal.  Of course to him that
means back to the hotel even though we're already here at his actual house, but
I'm not going to push the issue.  It was enough that he brought me here at
all.  His hotel room makes more sense anyway.  At least there I don't feel like
I'm inside an expensive home decor catalog where I can't even sit on the couch
for fear of creasing it.  He probably doesn't even have any movies or cable set
up anyway.

"Sounds great,"
I say, pausing to take another bite of lunch.  "Maybe there will be time
for some of those private things you wanted to do to me, too."

"Oh there'll
definitely be time for those.  In fact, I think that from the time we get back
to my room until you have to leave tomorrow, you shouldn't be allowed to wear a
stitch of clothing."

I throw my head back and
laugh at that suggestion.  "What about when they deliver the room
service?"

"Well that'll save
me having to tip..."

I giggle and swat his
shoulder.

"You can hide in the
bedroom until they leave."

"Wait, aren't you
going to be naked, too?"  I can't help but glance down between his legs as
I think about Chase Anderson sitting around naked for a whole day.  He's
certainly succeeded in raising my enthusiasm at the prospect of going back to
his room, at the very least.

"I never said that. 
Someone has to let the waiter in, like you said.  Seeing me would almost be the
exact opposite of a tip.  I'd have to pay extra for PTSD therapy."

"No fair," I
protest. 

"Finish up and we
can discuss the terms on the way back to the hotel."

I stick my tongue out at
him and he darts forward, quickly kissing it before I can pull it back into my
mouth.  I'm just as quick, though, and before he can pull his head back I wrap
a hand around it and pull him back in for a proper kiss.  It's just getting
good when my phone beeps with a new message, distracting me long enough for
Chase to pull away. 

"Hey, I wasn't
done," I protest.

"We should finish up
and get going, there will be plenty of time for that at the hotel."

I make a dissatisfied
grunt as I reach into my purse for my phone.  It's Harrison again, asking me
about the flight tomorrow.  I shove the phone back into my purse, but while I'm
in there I verify that my passport and ticket are both safely tucked away.  I'm
glad I was paranoid enough about the security at our cheap hotel to carry those
around with me.  Harry trusted his to one of the pockets of his suitcase. 

I still haven't picked up
my bag, but I'd packed light anyway.  I've almost convinced myself that losing
a couple sets of clothes and a new bathing suit are worth not having to run
into Harry again before I have to leave.  Especially now.  Chase has changed
things for me, but I'm not even sure how.  I certainly don't want to discuss it
with Harrison though.

Chase has already
finished his meal and is putting all of his garbage into the carry out bag we'd
brought.  "If I leave this here it'll attract ants.  I'm never around on
garbage day.  I don't even remember when it is."

I roll my eyes at him and
scarf down the rest of my meal.  Normally I'd be annoyed at the feeling of
being rushed, but after the plans we'd just discussed I'm as anxious to get
back to the hotel as he is.

"Come on," he
says, holding his hand out for me as soon as I'm done.  I reach up and take
it.  His warmth and strength surrounds me and I don't want him to let go. 
Thankfully he doesn't, as he leads me out of the house and back to his waiting
car.

Once we're seated he
scoots next to me and holds me tightly against his body.  I smile and turn to
see him watching me.

"I can't take you to
the airport tomorrow," he says.

"Oh."  I know I
can't expect him to, and I wasn't going to ask, but part of me had hoped that
he would have wanted to see me off.  "That's okay, I can take a cab."

"No," he shakes
his head.  "I can't take you because I don't want you to go.  I want you
to cancel your flight.  Stay here with me."

"Wait, what?"
My flight leaves in the morning.  I can't just cancel it, can I?  My life is
back at home in a different country.

"Just a little
longer.  Maybe a week or two?  I don't want you to leave right now."  His
hand slips up along my neck, causing a wash of goose bumps to rise along my
skin, before he pushes it up into my hair.  "I'd like to give us more
time.  See where this can go."

His fingers are rubbing
my skull gently, distracting me with their warmth.  Maybe that was his ploy to
get me to agree to his crazy suggestion.  "I can't just... I have a
ticket."  My protest sounds lame, even to me.

"You can change it,
cancel it.  Don't worry about what it costs."  His eyes are fixated on
mine and I can see the seriousness behind them.  "Stay with me,
Lila." 

"I... I don't
know..."  I want to, I know right away that I want to.  But it seems so
sudden, so spur of the moment.  We haven't talked about this at all, we just
both knew I was leaving tomorrow.  That this was just a fling that wasn't going
to last.  A rebound from Harrison.  Except it doesn't feel like a rebound.  It feels
like a lot more than a rebound.

"Think about
it," he pleads.  "Just consider it."

I nod and turn to look
out the window as the car continues through Vegas back streets on its way back
to the hotel.  Chase's hand continues to lightly run through my hair.  It would
feel so relaxing if I wasn't so tense all of a sudden.  Chase's life is so
unlike anything I'm used to.  He has millions of dollars.  He lives in a hotel
and owns a huge house that he never spends any time in.  He goes to fancy clubs
and has gorgeous, albeit annoying, ex-girlfriends.  People walk up to him
randomly whenever he's out in public and gush over him, asking for his
autograph or tips on playing poker. 

I'm used to hanging
around in my apartment with Evelyn, wearing sweat pants and trying to figure
out how I'm going to make next month's rent. 

I live in a city that's
cold six months of the year, and Chase lives in the desert.

We couldn't be more
different.

And yet, spending time
with him makes me feel so much better about myself than I ever felt with
Harry.  Chase compliments me, and defers his own needs and desires when they
conflict with mine.  He gave up his trip to LA, he brought me to his house even
though it clearly made him uncomfortable, those were both things I couldn't imagine
Harry doing.  Harrison claimed our trip to Vegas would be good for our
relationship, and convinced me to spend money I really couldn't afford getting
here.  Almost as soon as we landed he did nothing but gamble at the poker
tables, completely ignoring me other than expecting me to be his cheerleader
when he won a big pot.  And then he put me up as collateral in a game, gambling
me away as if I meant no more to him than a poker chip.  I couldn't imagine
Chase ever doing that.

The car rolled to a stop
in front of the casino entrance of Chase's hotel, and the driver came around to
open the door.  The Vegas sun caused me to squint once my eyes were no longer
protected by the tinted glass.

"Do you want my
glasses?" Chase asks, pulling his ever present shades from his head and
offering them to me.

I shake my head.  Without
his glasses he is more likely to be recognized and I just want to get up to his
room as quickly as possible.

We're both quiet in the
elevator.  I'm still thinking about what I should do tomorrow, but I have no
idea what's on Chase's mind.  Is he mad at me for not saying yes immediately?

As soon as his hotel room
door closes behind us my phone beeps with another message.  I sigh, wondering
how long it will take Harry to get the hint that we're done.  I glance down at
my purse quickly, but then back up to Chase.

"Go ahead," he
smiles, shrugging.  "I have to change anyway.  When you're done, figure
out what movie you want to watch."

"Okay," I
agree.  He doesn't seem upset, but it seems like plans of our naughty
negotiations and spending the night naked have been forgotten.  Or is that
proof that he's upset?  Would he really forget something like that?  Does he
think I'm mad at him for asking me to stay?

I'm confused, unsure
about everything.  When my phone beeps again, I pull it from my purse,
annoyed.  The text messages aren't from Harrison, though.  They're from Evelyn.

3:04 PM Evelyn: Hey, did
you know Chase has over 200,000 twitter followers?

3:05 PM Evelyn: I just
started following him.  Have you seen his latest tweet?  Is that you he's
talking about?

Confused, I switch over
to my twitter app.  I'm not a huge user, but I have an account and follow a few
actors and comedians.  I never tweet anything myself, though. 

I search for Chase
Anderson and find him immediately.  It's true, he has 223,345 followers. 
There's a picture of him wearing his usual sunglasses with a big smile on his
face that I suspect is forced for the camera.  I grin as I imagine him sitting
in a photo session as his publicist tries to convince him that a big smile
would be good for his image.  I click through to his tweets to see what he last
wrote.

Chase Anderson
@chaseanderson - 5h

Skipping the tourney in
LA, found something incredibly better than poker to spend my time on - or maybe
I should say "someone" incredible...

He wrote that tweet five
hours ago, when I was still sleeping in his bed. 

My phone beeps again.

3:09 PM Evelyn: So?  Is
that you?  Tell me that's you!  Don't forget that you promised to fill me in
when you get home tomorrow!

Tomorrow.  Why am I even
contemplating going back tomorrow?  What's waiting for me besides a friend
desperate for gossip? 

3:10 PM Lila: About that,
you might have to wait a bit longer to hear the details.  I'm changing my
flight.  Not sure when I'll be back but yes.  It's me.

I know Evelyn will be
disappointed that I'm not coming back, but she'll understand.  I turn off the
sound on my phone so that I won't be disturbed by any more messages.

3:11 PM Lila: I gotta run
now, but we'll talk soon, I promise!  Luv ya!

I drop my phone back into
my purse and then reach up and slip my shirt off, followed by my bra, before
stepping out of my pants as well.  "Chase?" I call out.  He answers
me, still in the other room.

"I believe you and I
had a plan for the rest of the day, and the movie was only part of it..."