“I can’t go out,” I protest. “I’m just about to put dinner in the oven.” I lift the baking sheet to show him my masterpiece in progress.
“Baby, I know how touchy you are about your food,”—he places his hands on my face—“but I’m not taking no for an answer. Put the baking sheet down and back away slowly.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He shuts the oven off, ignoring my complaints. “Put your shoes on willingly, or I’m throwing you over my shoulder barefoot.”
“Caveman in a suit,” I bluster. My dinner is ruined.
He smiles shamelessly. “Primitive and refined all rolled up in one handsome package. Aren’t you lucky?”
“Pissed off is what I am,” I grumble.
Chase steals an entertained kiss, then sends me on my way with a swat on the butt.
“Hey!” I snap as I walk to the front door and slip on my jacket and flats.
“Where’s Shane?” I interrogate him when I see he’s not in the car.
“Ahhh . . . stuck at the office.”
“Is that where we’re going?” I ask, aghast. You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to walk into that building, and Shane and Chase know it.
“No.”
Phew.
“Then where are we going?” I slide into the front seat of Chase’s sleek black BMW.
“Surprise.” He shrugs a shoulder nonchalantly.
“Surprise? No hint, justsurprise.”
“Yes. Buckle up, pixie.”
Chase punches the ignition on and takes off.
I pepper him with whiny pleas for just a hint as to where we’re headed, but the man doesn’t give me an inch.
At a stoplight, he pulls a piece of cloth from his pocket. “Cover your eyes.” He hands me . . . a black satin tie?
“You’re kidding me, right?” I’m not amused. “You pulled me away from my homemade puff pastry and salmon pesto for a kinky sex game? We could have done this at home.”
“No, we couldn’t have. Now do it.” He leaves me no choice.
“God, you are so bossy tonight,” I gripe as I tie the material around my head.
“I like being the boss.” I hear the arrogance in his voice.
“We know.” I purse my lips.
Chase chuckles, a low sexy rumble in his chest. The sounds give me chills.
A few minutes later, we stop.
“Hang on.” I hear Chase’s door open and shut. A moment later, he’s helping me out of the car.
“Watch your step.”
