Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) by Chiah Wilder Page B
Authors: Chiah Wilder
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Thumbing through the twenty applications, she narrowed it down to three: two women and a man. She ran a quick background check on the applicants to make sure nothing popped up. Satisfied that everything checked out, she decided she’d set up appointments later that week, hoping she would have a new employee by the end of it.
With her task finished, she went in her apartment to pour herself a glass of merlot. With wine glass in hand, she went back out and plopped down on her bamboo rocking chair. The colorful, blue-green seat cushion always made her smile. She loved color, and she tried to mix and match as much as taste would allow throughout her place.
Just on her balcony, her framed chairs had stripe patterns in reds, yellow, blues, and purples, and complementing scroll patterns in blues and greens. Several of her planters were decked out in a range of color, from pinks to oranges. When she lived with Ian in their Chicago penthouse, she didn’t participate much in the decorating. Ian insisted on white and ivory with a splash of beige as the color scheme. Their bedrooms and bathrooms resembled a hospital rather than a home. Everything was so sterile and cold. There wasn’t a cushy chair or couch in the whole damn condo. It was angular and devoid of creativity—it had mirrored her life. She shivered at the recollection, in spite of the warmth.
Sipping her wine, she replayed the staggering kiss Chas had given her the previous night. As they stood by his bike and he looked down at her—his black eyes smoldering, full lips curved in a sensual invitation—she didn’t want to refuse. The brief kiss they shared at the library the previous week awakened a spark in her she thought had burned out a long time before. She’d longed for another taste. The previous night, after they’d flirted so deliciously at the rally, she’d hoped he’d kiss her, even though she knew she could be compromising her position at the library. There was just something about Chas which evoked deep, sexual feelings in her.
After the rally, when he’d kissed her, it wasn’t just a kiss . He took hungry possession of her mouth and ignited a desire in her that shot from the tips of her breasts all the way down to her dampening pussy. Never had she had such a reaction from kissing a man.
Chas was all kinds of bad news with his rough exterior, outlaw attitudes, and the danger she saw in his eyes when he’d become angry, and she loved it all. But what she loved the most was the tenderness in his dark eyes whenever he looked at Jack. As much as he wanted the world to think he was a badass all the time, he was capable of deep love, not just for his son but for his parents, as well. Under all his gruff, he was a teddy bear in leather. She giggled—he’d die if she ever told him that .
In Addie’s assessment, the love Chas had for Jack made him a whole person, whereas Ian was just a cold, calculating sonofabitch all the time—it was his nature. When she’d met Ian, he pretended to be a kind, sophisticated man, who would love and cherish her. She had no clue he was a hardened, cold-blooded killer. All he ever wanted to do was possess her. The only reason he’d still be searching for her was to make certain she didn’t go to the police, and to take her back with him. After all, Ian never let his possessions go until he made the decision.
Her biggest obstacle was her life wasn’t normal, and she didn’t know if it ever would be. How could she start something with Chas if she couldn’t even tell him her real name or where she came from? Groaning, she wrestled with the fact that she was still a married woman. How in the fuck could she break the chains Ian had put around her?
Chances were pretty high Chas just wanted a fuck-buddy. She knew how bad boys were, always looking for another woman to conquer. Because she resisted him, Chas was interested, but she surmised that once she surrendered to him, the chase would be over, and
Thumbing through the twenty applications, she narrowed it down to three: two women and a man. She ran a quick background check on the applicants to make sure nothing popped up. Satisfied that everything checked out, she decided she’d set up appointments later that week, hoping she would have a new employee by the end of it.
With her task finished, she went in her apartment to pour herself a glass of merlot. With wine glass in hand, she went back out and plopped down on her bamboo rocking chair. The colorful, blue-green seat cushion always made her smile. She loved color, and she tried to mix and match as much as taste would allow throughout her place.
Just on her balcony, her framed chairs had stripe patterns in reds, yellow, blues, and purples, and complementing scroll patterns in blues and greens. Several of her planters were decked out in a range of color, from pinks to oranges. When she lived with Ian in their Chicago penthouse, she didn’t participate much in the decorating. Ian insisted on white and ivory with a splash of beige as the color scheme. Their bedrooms and bathrooms resembled a hospital rather than a home. Everything was so sterile and cold. There wasn’t a cushy chair or couch in the whole damn condo. It was angular and devoid of creativity—it had mirrored her life. She shivered at the recollection, in spite of the warmth.
Sipping her wine, she replayed the staggering kiss Chas had given her the previous night. As they stood by his bike and he looked down at her—his black eyes smoldering, full lips curved in a sensual invitation—she didn’t want to refuse. The brief kiss they shared at the library the previous week awakened a spark in her she thought had burned out a long time before. She’d longed for another taste. The previous night, after they’d flirted so deliciously at the rally, she’d hoped he’d kiss her, even though she knew she could be compromising her position at the library. There was just something about Chas which evoked deep, sexual feelings in her.
After the rally, when he’d kissed her, it wasn’t just a kiss . He took hungry possession of her mouth and ignited a desire in her that shot from the tips of her breasts all the way down to her dampening pussy. Never had she had such a reaction from kissing a man.
Chas was all kinds of bad news with his rough exterior, outlaw attitudes, and the danger she saw in his eyes when he’d become angry, and she loved it all. But what she loved the most was the tenderness in his dark eyes whenever he looked at Jack. As much as he wanted the world to think he was a badass all the time, he was capable of deep love, not just for his son but for his parents, as well. Under all his gruff, he was a teddy bear in leather. She giggled—he’d die if she ever told him that .
In Addie’s assessment, the love Chas had for Jack made him a whole person, whereas Ian was just a cold, calculating sonofabitch all the time—it was his nature. When she’d met Ian, he pretended to be a kind, sophisticated man, who would love and cherish her. She had no clue he was a hardened, cold-blooded killer. All he ever wanted to do was possess her. The only reason he’d still be searching for her was to make certain she didn’t go to the police, and to take her back with him. After all, Ian never let his possessions go until he made the decision.
Her biggest obstacle was her life wasn’t normal, and she didn’t know if it ever would be. How could she start something with Chas if she couldn’t even tell him her real name or where she came from? Groaning, she wrestled with the fact that she was still a married woman. How in the fuck could she break the chains Ian had put around her?
Chances were pretty high Chas just wanted a fuck-buddy. She knew how bad boys were, always looking for another woman to conquer. Because she resisted him, Chas was interested, but she surmised that once she surrendered to him, the chase would be over, and
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