Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
Chapter 48

-Sofia-

Chase pulled the motorcycle into a clearing. The large gray moon above lit up the surroundings.

The drive took almost thirty minutes. We aren't that far off the city, but it looked like we were somewhere completely different. I had no idea where he had taken me.

I hopped off Harley. Chase quickly helped me take off the helmet, smiling down at me.

"What?" I bit my lip, running my fingers through my hair and smoothing down my dress.

He didn't speak. He just leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. "Let's go," he said, taking my hand in his.

Trees encircled the clearing. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. We walked hand in hand for about a minute and stopped under the canopy of a huge tree. Chase let my hand go and went for the tree trunk. Soon little lights, hundreds of them, sparkled above us.

I gasped in awe. It seemed like a thousand fireflies lit up the tree. Just right under the tree was a picnic basket containing a folded blanket, wine, and food containers.

Tongue-tied, I glanced up at Chase, who was already smirking at me..

"Romantic," I commented, keeping my composure - barely

What I really wanted to do was run into his arms and kiss the life out of him. It's like he asked my best friend about my ideal date, except I knew he didn't. Jessica wouldn't have told him even if he had asked her.

Jessica called me yesterday, and I told her about Chase's invitation for a date. She was happy for me but reminded me to keep the protective walls around my heart up and sturdy. And so far, Chase has done so well in knocking a hole right through it with this romantic gesture.

I can't wait to tell her about this date, though.

"You probably bring all your dates here," I continued.

He appeared bashful for a moment, quickly masking it with a smirk. "I don't take girls anywhere apart from the bedroom. Or other secluded, dark places."

I rolled my eyes. He didn't need to remind me he's a player. But the butterflies in my belly don't give a shit about his past conquest. They're in havoc, anticipating what he had in store for the rest of this date.

"Too much information, Chase," cajoled. "This date started out pretty good. Stay on the right track."

He laughed. The hearty sound echoed in the vast space. A current in the air shifted every time I heard him laugh. He was always so uptight and reserved around other people. Somehow, it felt like I had a first-class ticket to witness this side of the domineering CEO of Montiero Holdings.

"Just being honest," he shrugged, pulling out the content of the picnic basket one by one.

It was a beautiful evening, and Chase thought of every detail of this date. From the food to the wine to the music spilling from his phone.

I promised Jessica I would keep my heart locked in its wall. But it's proving to be difficult when Chase is this attentive and sweet... the version of him I've fallen in love with..

We talked about the past and reminisced about the times only the two of us knew. The late nightcap, the songs we played, the places we saw together when we were bored. We talked about the present. His plans for the company and plantation, his plan to take his mom on vacation. Everything went smoothly until he asked me what my plan was after my contract as his publicist.

Well, I have to go back to Boston," I said, sipping my wine.

I was sitting beside him earlier, but Chase moved behind me, caging me with his legs, and drew my back. against his chest. He wrapped me in his arms even though I was already warm with the spare blanket he draped over my shoulder.

"Can't you move here permanently?" He murmured against my shoulder, dragging the blanket down to gain access to my skin.

My hold on the glass jerked. Warmth bloomed right where his lips had been.

Will he ask me to have s*x with him in this clearing?' I thought. My insides twisted at the erotic image of my body pressed against the tree trunk while Chase pounded into me. I instantly slaughtered that thought. That would be so wild and out of this world, right? So not me..

"Sunshine..."

"Huh?"

"Where did you go?" Chase dragged my hair to the side, kissing my cheeks..

I tossed back the content of my wine glass, needing to moisten my drying throat. "What was the question again? Oh, moving.

My answer was a no-brainer. "I can't. My life is back in Boston."

Chase's hold on me tightened. I instantly realized what I had said, but taking it back was not an option. We knew whatever we had would end when I returned to Boston.

If there was something he wanted to say, he kept it to himself, or maybe he was okay knowing what we have is temporary. Why did that thought leave a sour taste in my mouth?

Our topic shifted to safer subjects. Work. I asked him if there was news about the gossip site, and he said Rafael was onto a lead. But they needed to be one hundred percent sure. Apparently, Andre's information about the IP was accurate. And tracing the writer of the negative articles about Chase is not a walk in the park.

It bothered me how calm he was knowing someone was keen in ruining his image. Chase was so used to people's trash-talking about him, and that's probably for the better.

"They can talk all they want, Sofia. I'd rather spend my time with you than think about them," he said, guiding my face to the side and kissing me gently. It was more than a peck, but not a full-on tongue. He intentionally pulled back, leaving me wanting more, and damn him, it worked.

"Thank you for this night, Chase," I said. It required all my efforts to speak coherently and keep myself from falling. "I'll definitely remember this night. It's something different." "That's what I was aiming for."

He kissed me again. The air sizzled as he coaxed my lips to part, teasing my tongue to return his slow, sensual strokes. I let out a small moan. It feels too good. Every time we kissed, it was like the first time all over again. I was jittery inside. I struggled to focus on anything apart from the way he was making me feel. He guided me to straddle him. His rough hands scaled the length of my bare legs as my skirt rolled high on my thighs. We made out like teenagers for a good five minutes. When hands started clawing and clothes were being unfastened and pulled, I took a moment to breathe, recalling where we were.

"Everything okay?" Chase asked, sweeping the pad of his thumb over my swollen lips.

"We are out in the open," I breathe, whimpering. His hardness was pressing deliciously against my barely clothed center.

He nodded a yes, guiding the straps of my dress down my arms. His lips followed his finger's path, lighting. up thousands of matches beneath my skin.

"We are. But I know the owner."

"Yeah?" I mewled. He filled his hands with my breasts, kneading my heavy peaks. "He's not here?"

"He's here," he said, "planning to make love to his date."