Blurred Lines 1: CHASE novel Chapter 5

~Chase~

“Chase…” Her voice still had that same vibrato, rich and sweet. She sounded more like a woman than a girl. Her body… fuck me… that is no teenager anymore.

“What are you doing here?” My words came out firm and harsh.

Sofia blinked. “Uh… I’m here…” she cleared her throat, shifting from one foot to another. She was wearing one of those fuck me heels. Red. It suits her. My eyes caressed her mile-long legs. That pencil skirt hugs her hips like a glove.

‘Goddamn.’ I clenched my fist. Is this really Sofia Collins? She’s grown to be a fine-looking woman. One I would definitely take home and fuck to next week. My cock jerked, agreeing with my dirty mind.

“I’m your new publicist,” she said confidently, squaring her shoulders.

My gaze darted to Rafa. He smirked. I groaned internally. I would give anything to wipe that smug look on his face.

“Wait…” Rafa acted cluelessly. “You know each other?”

He knew exactly who Sofia was, yet he was feigning innocence, eyes darting from Sofia and me like he was watching a tennis match.

“It’s a long story.” I beat Sofia to it. Dragging my suddenly heavy feet, I skirted past Sofia; her scent wafted through the air as I went. She smelled delightful, like peaches with a bite of cinnamon spice. “Let’s hear this plan out.”

Memories flooded my head as I watched Sofia sink gracefully onto the gray leather couch opposite me, smoothing her floral top and skirt.

“Sofia,” Rafa interrupted my thoughts. “Tea, water, coffee… or whiskey?” he asked charmingly.

Sofia giggled, pulling out a leather portfolio from her messenger bag. “Whiskey? Seriously?”

Rafa nodded, flashing a toothpaste commercial-worthy smile.

I don’t know what it was, but the longer Rafa flirted with Sofia, the stronger my urge to punch him in the face got. Obviously, he finds Sofia beautiful, and she is, but I don’t like what I see… nor what I feel.

“Whiskey,” I answered. “Sofia will have a cappuccino….” I regarded Sofia with a passive expression, but underneath my facade, my mind was a jumbled mess. “... two centimeters of foam on top.”

Rafa smirks, and Sofia gapes at me, surprised by my precise recollection of her taste in coffee. Honestly, I am surprised with myself too.

“Sofia?” Rafa needed confirmation.

Sofia kept her eyes on me as she said, “coffee, thanks.”

Rafa excused himself, closing the door behind him.

Sofia tucked her brunette locks behind her ears, shifting in her seat. I kept my composure, but the moment Rafa left, the air inside my spacious office suddenly thickened.

“How have you been?” Sofia’s voice sliced through the thick silence in the room. “How long has it been?”

“Ten years,” I said, memories flooding my head. It makes me nauseous.

It was nice seeing her, but her presence brings a lot of memories forward. I’d rather not walk down memory lane if I could.

“Wow,” she blew out a breath. “Seeing you now... it feels like it was only yesterday when you taught me how to play guitar.”