Page 9 of Chasing his Ex

The bartender hovers around where we sit and waits for the conversation to stop. He is tall, lean with wavy long blond hair and earlier I noticed he has an Australian accent.

“You girls want a drink?” His voice is deep and masculine. He doesn’t look like Chris Hemsworth, but he certainly sounds like him.

“Same again,” Jade says, giving him a quick smile that he takes back with a grin.

“Only one more. I need to get home.”

Charlie looks at the bartender. “Maybe I’ll stay for a little longer.”

“I thought you were going to chase Finn?”

“Nah, not until you’re over him.”

“I am,” I say, determined.

Charlie’s lips curve up in a smile.

Chapter 4

Ava

The next night, Jameson opens the door to his suite, his hand on his hip.

“You’re late,” he says, running his hand through his tousled, inky hair. It shows small signs of silver tonight. Not that the gray in his hair has ever bothered me; no, it’s quite the opposite. There’s something sexy about the silver streaks, especially the ones on his short beard.

Not that I’ve ever told him.

“Rush hour traffic... your driver was on time and so was I.” I’m not sure why I decide to explain to Jameson, but he’s a stickler for timekeeping.

Luckily, today he takes it in stride and takes my purse, leading me into the heart of his suite. He drops my purse on the table and turns to me. “I want more, Ava. I’ve always wanted you.”

“You haven’t always wanted me,” I say, trying to withhold a sigh.

“Always,” he repeats. “I was waiting for the right time.”

Always.

That one word makes my heart drop at hearing it. It’s mine and Finn’s word. Stop thinking of him, and now Jameson wants to get in on that too. It’s as though he knows how it will affect me.

“I just didn’t know when to take it further,” he adds.

“Can we talk about it another time? Let me have a think?” I ask. Hating that this friendship we have is changing..

He nods and hands me his bow tie. “Would you?”

“I’m sure you’ll do a better job,” I say, taking the silky material from his hand.

I inhale his spicy aftershave as I lean in. His gaze follows me as I tie the bow. My fingers linger as his stare makes me feel I’m under suspicion. His Adam’s apple rises and falls, but I try to ignore the strange moment that’s happening.

Finally, I stand and back away as I admire him. Despite everything, he is a very handsome man. “There you go.”

Jameson leans close to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you. Are you ready?” he asks.

I nod, but for some reason, nervous tension skates up my spine at his change of demeanor.

Jameson holds my hand as we depart the elevator and enter the lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel, probably one of the finest in London.

Expensive perfume mingles with exotic aftershave, clinging to fancy dresses and tuxedos, the heady scents hitting my nostrils the moment my heels make their first click on the marble floor.

---