Taking Chances

Page 4

  Author: Molly McAdams

  “That was rude, she's your sister. She should be in here too. ”

  He looked at me incredulously, “Are you serious? You're gonna defend her after she just spilled that?”

  I shrugged my shoulders and put the skirt on a chair, keeping my back to him so he couldn't see my cheeks flaming again. “She's drunk. I'm sure she didn't realize it. ”

  “That's not an excuse. ” His voice was soft as he pulled down the covers, “Come on Harper, get in. ”

  The way his voice wrapped around my name sent a warm shiver through my body and I had to fight to keep my eyes away from his now-bare chest as I crawled into his bed. Even the quick glance at his sculpted chest and abs had my heart racing. After he flipped off the lights, I felt the bed sink down from his weight and I sat up.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You can't get in here with me!”

  He chuckled, “It's my bed, I'm sure I can do what I want. ”

  I know he couldn't see me, but I glared at him anyway. Flipping the cover off me, I grabbed a pillow and sank down to the floor.

  “Get back in the bed Princess. ”

  I scoffed at my nickname but didn't say anything. I could feel his eyes boring into my back and after what felt like an eternity, heard him sigh and the bed shift. I wanted to ask for a blanket but was too stubborn to ask. Next thing I knew I was in the air.

  “Oh my word! Put me down!”

  He dropped me onto the bed and crawled over me.

  “Chase! No!”

  “Calm down, I'll stay on my side. We can even put a pillow between us if it'll make you feel better. ” He snickered.

  I grumbled and scooted to the edge of the bed. Obviously I've never been in a bed with a guy before, and the fact that he was inches away had my whole body shaking. “I swear if you touch me, I'll go Lorena Bobbitt on you. ”

  It didn’t take him long to figure out what I was referring to. He put a pillow over his face to muffle his booming laugh. “Oh my God! Princess! You're my new favorite!”

  “That wasn't a joke. ”

  His body was still shaking with silent laughs as he moved closer and trailed his fingers up my arm. “One of these days, you'll be begging for me to touch you. ”

  I couldn't tell if my next shiver was out of pleasure or disgust but I still growled at him and slapped his hand away. “I'm serious Chase. I'm not like all those girls I saw you with tonight. ”

  “That's an understatement. ” He rolled back to his side of the bed and sighed, “Get some sleep Princess, I'll see you in the morning. ”

  2

  My eyes shot open the next morning when I felt something squeeze me. Looking down I saw tattoos trailing down to a muscled forearm that was wrapped securely around my waist and gasped when I remembered I'd slept in Chase's bed last night. I jumped out from under his arm and off his bed in a move so fast it had my head spinning. My heart took off again as I took in Chase's shirtless body. His tattoos expanded up his shoulders and for some reason I wanted to trace them with my fingers and splay my hands across his well-defined abs and chest. Dear me, this man was gorgeous.

  Chase sat up cursing until he realized who I was. “Jesus Princess! You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought I had a girl in here. ” He flopped back onto his pillow, raking his hands over his face.

  That snapped me back to reality. “Chase?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Sorry you didn't seem to notice, but I am a girl. ”

  He dropped his hands and scowled at me but still proceeded to slowly take in my body. My cheeks were bright red by the time he looked back up. “I noticed last night, trust me. ” My question mark face must have prompted the rest of his response. “I meant, I thought I let a girl stay the night with me. ”

  “Uh. . . ?”

  “Someone I'd been with Princess. I thought I banged a girl and let her stay here. ”

  “Oh. ”

  He snorted. “Sorry, is that too much for your PG ears?”

  “No, I just don't understand why that would be a bad thing. ”

  Sighing deeply he propped himself up on an elbow and looked directly into my eyes. “Girls I screw around with aren't allowed to come in my room, let alone stay the night. This is the only place that is mine, and I'm not about to share it with them. ”

  “So you sleep with women and then make them leave?” I didn’t even want to ask where he slept with them.

  “No, I screw women…and then make them leave. ”

  I shook my head and walked toward the door, “You’re a pig. ”

  He laughed once without humor and watched me leave.

  When I got out to the living room I saw Breanna at the kitchen table with a housemate, as soon as they saw me the conversation stopped. I hadn't known I could feel even more awkward, guess so.

  Looking at me sheepishly, Bree stood from her chair and pulled me towards the living room. “Harper, I'm so sorry. Brad just told me everything. ” Her voice broke at the end. “I swear I would never intentionally do something to embarrass you. I know we just met but I've been looking forward to living with you and I can't believe I hurt you like that after just meeting you. ”

  “Really, it's fine. I've heard enough stories that I figured you didn't know what you were doing. ”

  “It's not fine! You should hate me. ”

  I nodded and looked over at Brad who was grinning at me. “Well I don't plan on seeing any of these guys ever again, so there's no use in making you suffer with me. ” I smiled at her, trying to make light of the situation.

  Although I was still humiliated, I'd never been one to hold a grudge, and I wasn't about to start now. I had wanted to come start a new life here, and even though I seem to have taken five steps back, I was still determined to make this the best experience ever. Embarrassing moment or not, it's not like I had a lot of options here. Either let this get to me and cower away from people, or hold my head high and push forward.

  She still looked sullen and it was making me uncomfortable. “Well at least people don't think I'm a whore. ”

  That brought on a smile which turned into a light laugh. “You're a glass half full kind of person, aren't you?”

  “Definitely. ”

  Hugging me tightly before walking back to her cup of coffee she said, “At least let me buy you one new outfit. ”

  “Hah! I won't stop you. Are you sure you're up for that today though? I figured you wouldn't be up for much of anything after last night. ”

  “Sweetie, I'm always up for shopping. Go change, I'm ready when you are. ”

  I walked back into Chase's room to find it empty, after shedding his basketball shorts I quickly stepped into Bree's skirt. Before I could pull it up, the door swung open and Chase walked in.

  “It's really a shame you don't let anyone see that sexy little body. ”

  Blushing fifty shades of red, I pulled them up and turned to face him.

  “Calm down, you don't have anything I haven't seen before. ” He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow making it disappear under his shaggy blonde hair. “Not saying I wouldn't want to see yours. ”

  “Bite me. ” I pushed past him towards the door.

  “Is that an invitation?”

  “Not even close. ”

  He grabbed my waist, and pulled me against his chest, his nose skimming along my jaw, “One of these days Princess, I promise you. ”

  I turned to scowl at him once more, “I would never be desperate enough to want you. ” Okay that was a lie; my breaths were already quickening just feeling his sculpted body pressed against mine.

  His smile was slow and sexy, “We'll see. ”

  ***

  Breanna and I were lying on our beds in the dorm room after an epic six hour shopping trip at an outdoor mall. As promised, I let her pick out all my outfits, and she paid
for one of them. Now that we were done, I was regretting how much money I'd spent, but I'd just bought fifteen different shirts, four pairs of jeans, a couple pairs of ultra-short shorts and skirts, three sexy but cute dresses and five pairs of shoes. After that was done we headed to Victoria's Secret, and I blushed my way through the entire store while she picked out all my new underwear, bras and sleeping clothes. Our last stop of the day was at Sephora where we basically purchased my own make-up counter after Bree swore to teach me how to put it all on. And for all that? I think I did pretty well. The only thing Sir had let me do growing up was work at one of the Post Exchanges. Not that kids my age were generally allowed to, but everyone knew our situation so I started there when I was twelve and had saved every cent.

  “I'm. So. Exhausted. ”

  “It was so worth it though! Now you're finally ready for college. ”

  Looking at the garbage bags full of most my old clothes I laughed and let my head fall back onto my pillow. “I think you're right. ”

  “Now we just need to get you comfortable being around cute guys and you'll be golden. What's your type?”

  Your brother. “Um, I'm not sure I have a type. ”

  “So no preferences? Hair color, eye color, skin color? Athlete, geek, musician?”

  Rugged surfer, with dirty blond shaggy hair, impossibly blue eyes, the most breath taking smile you've ever seen and cover him in tattoos. I'll take that, please? “Nope, none. We'll just have to start from scratch. ”

  Just thinking about his tattoos had me biting my lip and fantasizing again about tracing them with my fingers. He was exactly the kind of guy Sir would hate, so naturally I was drawn to him.

  “Hey Bree?”

  “Yeah?”

  “There's kind of something I've wanted to do for a whi– You know what, never mind. ”

  She sat up on her knees bouncing, “No you don't! You have to tell me now. You've wanted to do what?”