Blurred Lines 1: CHASE -
Chapter 33
~Sofia~
response from him.
Standing by the open window, I watched the city move at its pace with a creased forehead. The humid air gradually plummeted, and clouds blanketed the skies. I sent Andre a message, asking him if he was okay ten minutes past seven. It's eight p.m., and still no He was the one who asked me out. I wonder what happened to him.
My phone rang. My fingers fumbled as I answered the call. It was Andre. "Hey, is everything okay?"
"Yeah. I think we should reschedule our date, Sofia. There's a storm coming in and I totally overlooked it. I was so excited for our date," Andre sighed apologetically
I sighed. At least he was okay. I was worried that something had happened to him.
"Oh, it's okay."
"I'm sorry. They expect it to land in the city tonight."
"Don't worry about it. Safety comes first."
"I promise I'll make it up to you."
"Andre, really... It's fine. Take care out there."
"Will do. Keep safe, Sofia and stay indoors until the storm passes."
I hummed a yes then hung up. When I turned, Chase was already in the kitchen holding a mountain of ingredients, bumping the fridge close with his fine a*s.
"What are you doing?" I crossed my arms, watching him with narrowed eyes. He spread the vegetables and steak on the breakfast bar, scrutinizing each. "Making dinner," he said detachedly.
My brows tilt up. "Dinner?"
He looked at me. "Dinner. The meal you have in the evening. I usually have it light, but I have a craving..." his eyes swept over me from head to toe. "And I'm starving
As if his gaze touched me physically, gooseflesh rose where his eyes had been. "Why don't you have dinner at your place? Why here?"
He lifted the filet mignon, eyes dropping back to me. "Where's your date?"
I grimaced at his tone. Underneath his curiosity was an underlying hint saying, 'I told you so."
Pouting, I neared him and plonked on the stool. "Did you know about the storm?" I asked.
He gasped, eyes dancing with delight at my expense. "He stood you up?"
I grabbed the rosemary and threw it at his face. He caught it easily. "Shut up."
Chuckling, he shook his head and went to the sink, washing the meat. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. His back muscles rippled beneath his tee. My gaze slid down his backside, settling on his ass. It looks more enticing than that filet mignon.
"Want some?"
"What!? pff... no," I said without thinking, blushing as I stared at the back of his head. He wasn't looking at me, so how did he know I was thinking of his a*s?
He glanced over his shoulder. "Dinner?"
"Oh..." my blush deepened.
Chase chuckled. "What were you thinking, huh... Sunshine?"
I looked away, embarrassed. "Nothing"
'Goddammit, Sofia!"
I stood up, almost stumbling on my heels. "I'll just change."
Chase hummed, opening the cupboards. I was gone as quick as lightning.
Dressed down in a loose gray tee and sweatpants, my face make-up free and my hair tied in a bun, I went out to help Chase in the kitchen. He was already searing the filet mignon. The butter and rosemary made my stomach protest excitedly. "How can I help?" I stood beside Chase while he flipped the filet mignon on the skillet.
He nodded towards the sink where the lettuce and tomatoes were. "Can you make the salad?"
"Sure..."
After thirty minutes, Chase and I sat across from each other at the breakfast bar, sharing the filet mignon, salad, and a glass of cabernet Sauvignon.
"Thank you for dinner," I said, sipping my wine.
"Next time, I'll take you out on a proper date," he said, and I literally choked on my wine.
Coughing, I pressed a hand on my chest. "What?"
"You heard me," he smirked, taking the last bite of his meat.
My mouth hung open, speechless. 'What the hell does he mean by that?"
"You done?" Chase stood before I could press him further. I nodded, sitting stiff as he rounded the counter and took my empty plate. He took it upon himself to wash the dishes while I drank my wine, my head in muddled thoughts. 'Why is Chase flirting with me? Am I reading too much into what he said and what he's doing? Maybe this was only part of his apology, like the roses on the coffee table. He did say he was apologizing, right?"
Gnawing at my lip, I brought my wine to the couch and opened the television. I scrolled through the local channels and settled on watching the news. My eyes were fixed on the screen, but I didn't understand anything the anchor said. He points at the footage on the huge screen behind him. It was a weather forecast.
Chase plonked beside me and set the bottle of wine on the coffee table. "It'll pass," he said, taking a sip from his glass.
I glanced at the open window, noticing the shift in the air as it swept the curtains. Dark clouds blanketed the starry sky, and the moon was nowhere in sight. The temperature dropped considerably as the night grew deeper.
Chase must've noticed the crease on my forehead. "That's Brazil..."
"Hm?" I glanced at him.
"Storms come in when you least expect it."
The news rolled on the screen, showing cities where thunderstorms had already begun.
I emptied my wine and reached for the bottle, refilling it. "Shouldn't you be heading home?" I asked Chase.
He shifted, throwing one arm over the couch's backrest, his fingers grazing my shoulder. "Do you want me to leave?"
He remembered.
I'm not scared of storms, but I hate being alone in this weather, especially when the thunder rolls and there's a possibility of a power outage. "Not really, but if you have somewhere else to be...."
"Yes or no, Sunshine," he murmured, folding one leg up the couch, so he was facing me. "Easy as that."
"No..." I said softly, eyeing the curtains as the wind blew. Chills coated my skin. The contract says this building has a generator, but is it working? I'm not sure. Guess we will know if, I hope not, the power runs out. -"Good..." Chase reached for the remote. "So how about we watch some movie to kill time, yeah?"
I agreed. Chase entered his Netflix access on the tv and browsed through the movies in his collection, choosing The Conjuring.
"Chase!" I groaned, crossing my legs in an Indian sitting position.
"What?!" Chase asked, chuckling.
"You never changed! You know I hate scary movies!" I grumbled, pouting.
The sky began to rumble at the same time the movie started to roll.
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