Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
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... f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k to next week. My c**k 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."

Her words plucked memories from the past. I chuckled. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. "Every girl from college was envious of you because you had twenty- four-seven access in my room."

A blush blanketed her cheeks. Fucking adorable.

She gnawed on her lower lip, sucking it between her teeth. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. I'd like to bite that lip too.

Fucking hell.

"Publicist, huh?" I asked, hoping I could still highlight the professional boundary that should've been there in the first place.

A lot has changed in ten years. The Sofia I remember is unlikely to be the same as the one I am looking at now. She stared at me like I was some kind of artifact she must scrutinize in an auction.

She nodded, her elegant fingers gripping the portfolio. "Yes. I've been with LBPR since I graduated. Here are my credentials...." I reached for the leather portfolio, observing her as she narrated her accomplishments and plans.

She loves this job; it shows in her eyes. She smiled in between sentences, revealing perfect white teeth. I stop breathing. No woman should be this f*****g gorgeous.

She shifts in her seat. Silence once again filled the air. She's done selling herself to me, and I didn't understand a f*****g word.

She blinked, patiently waiting for my response.

I leaned back on the couch and flipped through the pages of her portfolio, prolonging what was inevitable. Sofia watched me appraisingly. I can feel her eyes traipsing from my face down to my chest. I want her to do that with her hands or with her lips... If these thoughts continue to swarm my head, I will surely be in deep trouble if I work with her.

If I wasn't on thin ice with the Chairman, I wouldn't accept Sofia as my publicist, but sadly, I was. So I said, "you're hired, Sofia."

"Y... yeah?" she stuttered, eyes wide with surprise. I stared at her, nodding. She beamed, biting down on that lip again. My nails scraped the edge of the portfolio. Clearing her throat, she straightened her back and tipped her chin. "Thank you. You won't regret hiring me."

'I'm gonna f*****g regret this."

Rafa came in with Sofia's cappuccino.

"You hired her, boss?" Rafa deadpanned. He knew I had no choice but to accept the next publicist who would walk inside my office.

"I got the job!" Sofia beat me to it, accepting the cup from Rafa with both hands.

"Congratulations," Rafa chuckled, shaking his head as he walked towards the mini bar on the other side of my office.

Sofia slowly sipped her coffee, leaving a white line above her upper lip. She licked it like she used to back in the day. It was an innocent mannerism, but it had a different effect on me now. My cock jerked beneath my pants.

"Thank you," she answered shyly as Rafa handed over my glass of whiskey. "So... may I ask what happened with the last publicist before me? I read she didn't even last two days!" she giggled nervously.

For once, the local tabloid and paparazzi got the gossip right.

"Are you that hard to handle?" she asked, her eyes curious, filled with wonder.

Rafa snorted, standing on the side, his arms folded in the middle. "Hard? Yeah... Fucking hard."

Sofia choked on her coffee.

"No way..." she whispered, taking the innuendo at Rafa's statement.