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“Well, seeing as how your day has freed up,” Chase said. “Why don’t you come teach me a few things and then maybe I can return the favor?”

“Oh? And how would you do that?” I asked. “Teach me how to trade stocks? How to do a hostile corporate takeover?”

Chase nodded like he was impressed. “You talk the talk. But can you walk the walk?”

“What does that mean?” I asked. Chase motioned for me to join him in the back seat of the car that looked l

ike it cost more than my building.

“Come on and I’ll show you.”

I bit my lip and thought for a minute. I knew what Natasha would say.

Yes, bitch! Get that billionaire dick!

But that wasn’t very helpful.

This was a time to be rational and think—use my brains. But Chase wasn’t making that easy, standing there in pants that were tight enough to show off the fact that he definitely had a bulge between his legs, and a t-shirt that did nothing to hide his sculpted chest muscles.

“Does that line work on most girls?” I asked him defiantly.

“It’s not a line,” he replied. “And you’re not most girls, are you, Cady?”

His response actually shocked me, and for a moment, took my breath away. I must have been making a silly face because his smile broadened and he motioned to me again.

“Come on,” he said, his voice warm and comforting. “I freed your day up for you. Don’t tell me you won’t spend at least some of it with me.”

“And you just want a lesson, right?” I asked, knowing full well that wasn’t even close to all he wanted. But Chase just nodded.

“Of course.”

I could tell by his tone that he didn’t mean what he said, and he could no doubt tell by the look on my face that I didn’t believe him for a second. But for the moment, it seemed we were both quite happy to play like we didn’t know what the other one was doing. So I gave in.

“Fine,” I said as I pushed past him and slid into the back seat of the car. “But just one lesson.”

Chase hopped in beside me and pressed a button by his seat, causing the car door to close automatically.

“Let’s go, Jeremy,” he said to his driver, who I half-expected to be dressed like a guy driving a horse and buggy from the 1800s.

The car pulled off and I was suddenly conscious of the fact that I was alone in the back seat with a man I’d told myself I was going to keep my distance from so as to not jeopardize my future and career.

But as I sat there, smelling a slight hint of whatever designer cologne he’d put on this morning, feeling the tiniest bit of heat from his body as he sat next to me, I couldn’t ignore the feelings racing through me.

“You all right?” Chase asked. I glanced quickly over at him and saw him giving me a funny look like I’d just grown antlers.

“Fine,” I said quickly. “So, what did you want to work on today?”

“Well, if we’re being honest,” Chase said, sliding closer to me. “I was hoping we could pick up where we left off the other day.”

And then he leaned in and kissed me.

Shit!

My body tensed up as his lips met mine. A rush of endorphins hit me like a golden wave. A moan rose up in my throat but I quickly pushed it back down and then pushed myself away.

This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen!

Or did I?

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