Chance on Love by Vristen Pierce Page A

Stephanie said as she raised her hand to give her a wave. “Bye-bye.”
    Carly looked at him, giving her best pout. “Chance, please?”
    He smiled at her. “I’m sorry, Carly. Love and I have some unfinished business.” He slid his gaze back to Stephanie. “There’s something I need her to do for me.”
    Holy shit. Her nipples hardened immediately. If that something involved more sexual acts, she was all for it. And they could start with her licking every delicious inch of his big, thick—
    Carly stomped her foot—actually stomped it as a toddler might do. “Chance,” she whined.
    “Some other time, all right?” he asked, keeping his eyes on Stephanie.
    Carly huffed. “Fine, but I’m holding you to that. Enjoy your evening.” She threw Stephanie a dirty look. “If that’s even possible now.” She turned on her six-inch heels.
    “Turn a trick for me,” Stephanie said, raising her glass to her.
    Carly froze. “Bitch,” she mumbled before marching off toward the bar.
    Laughing, he shook his head before sitting down across from her. “You really are good with people, you know that?”
    She smothered a smile and polished off her whiskey. “What kind of unfinished business do we have, Valentine?”
    He gulped down a bit of his beer. “What we started in my office, of course.”
    Focus on the hate, damn it. Stephanie gave him a confused look. “Uh...we finished that business, sir.”
    Chance smirked. “ You may have been finished, Love, but I wasn’t.”
    Once her bones had re-hardened after melting, she’d made a mad dash from his office to the ladies’ room to clean up. And then she’d spent the remainder of the day doing her best to avoid him—and she’d succeeded until now. She didn’t want to be anywhere near him and yet she couldn’t be close enough. It made no sense, but there it was: Her majorly jacked up life, in a nutshell.
    No man made her lose control like this one did. It was unsettling. It made her vulnerable to him and that was something she wouldn’t tolerate. She couldn’t stop her stupid body from responding to him, though, as much as she wanted to.
    And even now, with the bastard having had the gall to hunt her down for a fucking blowjob, she wanted him. She had never been this dumb before, especially not over a man, but Valentine was dangerous.
    He tilted his head. “Well?”
    “You have some nerve, sir .” At his frown, she continued. “You show up here demanding a blowjob? Seriously? Well, let me tell you something.” She leaned in, dropping her voice to a furious whisper. “If I suck your dick, it’ll damn well be because I want to.”
    His eyes dropped to her mouth. “And do you want to?” he asked softly.
    The simple question jarred her into losing some of the sass. “Maybe,” she said, looking away from him.
    “Great.” Chance sat back. “Now can we talk about the business I actually wanted to speak to you about?”
    Her face grew warm. Son of a bitch did it to me again. She kept her eyes averted as she picked up her beer. “What’s that?” she asked tightly.
    “There are some things I need to get you up to speed on before we leave tomorrow. I would have told you earlier, but you scurried out of the office like a—”
    “I do not scurry, asshole.”
    Chance narrowed his eyes. “So...about this blowjob thing...”
    Stephanie groaned before guzzling some of her beer.
    Chance gave her a smirk. “Do you spit or swallow?”
    Right then, she did neither—Stephanie choked.

Chapter 13
    Love was something else. She looked good enough to eat—again—in those tight jeans, and that top that only showed one shoulder and nothing else. Just spotting her across the room, looking at him, had been enough to make his dick come to life.
    And she actually thought he’d found her in order to demand a blowjob? This woman was just...yeah, something else. Even now, choking on her beer, she was sexy.
    “You okay?” he asked, knowing his earlier question had been the