“It’s official, Georgia,” he says. “You’re an honorary member of station 115.”
I laugh. “And what does an honorary member get?”
“The right to cook for us forever,” he says with a smile, while shoving more food into his mouth.
“Wow, I’m so lucky,” I say, sarcasm dripping in my words. “But you better enjoy it while you can, because tonight Lexi and I are going out. She’s going to be my wing-woman, and when I meet the man of my dreams, I’ll be too busy cooking for him to cook for you guys.”
Carter, Thomas, and Luke laugh, but Alec and Chase don’t.
“What do you mean you’re going out tonight?” Chase asks, dropping his fork onto his plate.
“Mom’s going to watch Abigail. We’re going to hit the clubs. I’m hoping she’ll be a better wing-woman than you.”
Alec groans. “I think you guys should wait until tomorrow night. We can all go, make it a group thing.”
“I agree,” Chase adds.
“I’m down,” Luke says.
“Me too,” Carter agrees.
“Then it’s settled,” Alec says before I can even argue. “I’ll let Lexi know. Tomorrow night we’ll all go out.” What the hell just happened? I went from planning a girls’ night out with my sister to it being turned into a group hang?
“Want some pasta?” Chase offers, like they didn’t just railroad my plans.
“No.” I pout. “I have some at home. But you enjoy. I need to go.”
“You just got here,” Chase notes. “Stay a while.”
“I have work to do. Bye!” I give him a false smile, and after saying bye to the other guys, take off, annoyed as hell at the turn of events.
Chase
“Did you see how pissed she was when she left?” Luke says with a shake of his head.
“Yeah, but oh well,” I tell him. “Those women are crazy if they think we’re going to let them go out without us.”
“Yeah,” Alec agrees with a sigh. I’d bet he’s thinking about the shit that went down last year with Lexi. She was alone on the beach and was attacked. It was a fucked up situation and since then, he hasn’t let her out of his sight other than to go to work. And I don’t blame him. Underneath the thin layer of wealth and glamour, LA is a scary fucking place. I know that firsthand.
The rest of the shift flies by. We thankfully don’t have any major fires—only one incident where a woman smelled gas, and after checking it out, we caught a leak—and at eight o’clock we change shifts. The guys all agree to meet at Boulevard, a new club that recently opened that Luke’s brother is the bouncer at.
When I walk in the door, Georgia is standing in the kitchen in a racerback tank and yoga pants. She’s dancing to whatever music is blasting in her headphones and shaking her peach of an ass while she blends something together.
I probably shouldn’t do it, but I can’t help myself as I quickly approach her and wrap my arms around her to scare her.
She shrieks, and her hand flings around to push me away. When she does this, the top to the blender flies off and pink explodes everywhere.
“Oh my God!” she squeals, quickly grabbing the top and shoving it back on the blender before shutting it off. “Chase!” She turns back around and slaps my chest. We’re both covered in…
“What is this?” I swipe my finger across her cheek and pop it into my mouth. “Mm, strawberry shake?”
“I found a healthy recipe. I was making one before I go for a run. It’s a protein shake.”
“Well, it tastes delicious.”
She glares. “I wouldn’t know.”
I swipe some more, this time off her neck, and push my finger past her lips. “Good, right?”
Her tongue darts out and swirls around the tip of my finger, and my eyes go straight to her mouth, imagining a different appendage of mine is in between her lips.
Her eyes go wide, as if just realizing what I did, and pulls her face back, her lips gliding off my finger and leaving it glistening wet.
She clears her throat. “Yeah, it’s good. I need to clean this up.”
“I’ll help,” I croak, sounding like a horny fucking teenager. When she swivels around, I quickly adjust myself and think of old, smelly men, so my semi goes down.
We get the area cleaned up, and since there’s still plenty of smoothie left, she pours us each some into a cup. The shake is delicious, but if I’m honest, the entire time I’m drinking it, I’m wishing I were licking it off her body.
Afterward, she invites me to join her on her jog. We spend the morning running to the pier, walking along the beach, and then run back.
“We should do this every day I’m off,” I tell her when we get home.
“For sure. I’m going to shower. Alec and Lexi are coming over for dinner before we go out, and I’m making a new dish. I need to do some work stuff, but after, want to watch a movie?”