Page 39 of Committed to You
Trent puts his arm around me and pulls me down to him. He holds a drink near my lips. “Have a shot!”
I lean back. “I’m good.”
He pushes it back to my lips. “Come on. I saved it for you.”
“Sorry, but I’ve had my limit.”
“One more won’t hurt.”
“She said she’s had enough,” Chase cuts in then puts his hand out. “Give it to me. I’ll have it.”
“Chase! Good man!” Trent screams right in my ear, and I wince.
Chase takes the shot and throws it back.
When the waitress comes over, Trent orders more shots. Everyone says we are good, and Trent insists.
Chase tells the waitress, “Do not bring any more shots tonight.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Trent argues.
The waitress hesitates.
Chase discreetly slips something into her apron pocket. “I think that will more than make it worth your while not to bring any more shots tonight.”
She rubs his shoulder and gives him a flirtatious smile. “Thank you.”
He should get her number so she can be a day of the week when he moves here.
He nods at her, catches my eye, and I raise my eyebrow at him.
Trent grabs my thigh from under the table, and I jump. “I think we should go to my place.” His hand moves up my leg.
I try to peel his hand away, but he has a firm grasp. His tongue touches my earlobe, and I leap off my seat.
“You ready to go, babe?” he slurs.
“Sorry, I’m feeling sick. I’m going to catch a cab home. Thanks for dinner. Have a great night.”
I’m never going to hear the end of leaving my friends with Trent, but I can’t handle it anymore. The only one smiling is Chase. Part of me wants to kiss his smile, and part of me wants to slap it off. This is his fault. He took me away from my date and reminded me how amazing his kisses were.
“I’ll take you home.” Trent moves to rise, but I push his shoulders down. “No, you stay here and have fun. We can talk later this week, okay? Thanks again. Bye.” I start toward the door before anyone can argue with me.
I step into the cold air and take a deep breath, about to hail a cab when someone grabs my hand and lowers it.
Chase.
“What are you doing, Chase?”
“You don’t think I’m going to let you go home alone, do you?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m perfectly capable of finding my way. I am from this city.”
He clasps my waist and starts toward a black car. I recognize the man standing on the curb as Noah’s driver. He opens the door, and Chase tells me to get in.
I step into the car.
The dividing window is rolled up, and Chase pulls me onto his lap.”
