Fever by Jamie K. Schmidt

Author:Jamie K. Schmidt [Schmidt, Jamie K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Women, General, Erotica
ISBN: 9781101882580
Google: Xih-BAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00N6PEWBO
Barnesnoble: B00N6PEWBO
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2015-03-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Chase watched Angie try to do bicep curls without whacking herself in the tits. He wanted to tell her not to try so hard. The people would be looking at her tank top and hoodie, not evaluating her lifting form.

“Haven’t you gotten the shot yet?” she whined to Clint.

“Shut it,” Clint barked at her.

Max crossed his arms in front of him. “Angie, do we have to take this to the dungeon?”

“No, Sir,” she said meekly, but Chase could see a sparkle in her eye.

Here we go again.

Different strokes. He could see that Angie liked to cause trouble and was deliberately baiting both Clint and Max. Almost as if she was challenging them, daring them to punish her. So she got a kick out of being bossed around. Her nipples were drawn out tight against the sports bra. He noticed, but it didn’t do a thing for him. Not when Colleen was only a floor and a half above him, probably dressed in a Chanel suit with fuck-me lingerie underneath it.

He had to stop thinking so much. It got him in trouble all the time. He really should just do what Colleen said in the bedroom. He wanted to please her. He wanted to be her man. It was just going to take some getting used to. That was all.

His phone vibrated on the seat next to him. Checking it, he saw it was from Kevan Lewis, one of his old teammates who hadn’t made it to the fashion show. Catching Max’s attention¸ Chase indicated that he’d be right back, and stepped out into the hallway.

“Kevan, what’s shakin’?” Chase said, his voice lowered because he’d left the door to the studio ajar just in case they finished with Angie sooner than expected. It looked like he had a few minutes, though. Clint had Angie posing with one knee on the workout bench doing tricep pulls. Angie was wiggling her butt as if daring Clint or Max to whack it.

“Tell me this shit was Photoshopped,” Kevan said.

“This shit was Photoshopped,” Chase replied dutifully. “What are we talking about?”

“I’m sending it to you now.”

Flicking his finger over the phone, he opened up the attachment Kevan just sent. It was a picture from the pizzeria last night.

“Tell me that’s another blonde and not the one who broke your balls and married the geezer from Texas.”

A twinge of annoyance edged into Chase’s voice. “Colleen and I are back together.”

“Oh man, you’ve got to be kidding me. For how long? Until she finds another sugar daddy?” Kevan’s voice was full of derision.

“She’s not like that,” Chase broke in, but Kevan just rolled right over him.

“She’s still hot, though. Can’t say I blame you. I’d go back for a second tap at that ass.”

“Watch it,” he growled.

“Easy, killer. Does she still like to play dress-up and play with whips?”

“None of your business.”

“She does! Holy shit, that’s hot. She got any friends?”

Chase had to laugh. “You should come down to Couture the next time you’re playing New England.

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