Chased Into Love
Genre: Contemporary Romance
He stayed away from trouble...
Mark Anderson was a steadfast kind of guy. He did all the right things—earned his MBA, worked hard, dated appropriate women—but he was still single when it seemed like everyone around him was happily coupled up.
Until it came barreling his way in a tempting package...
Ariana Valenti had always been a party girl. But after a major wake-up call, she's a reformed one. Except not everyone in Las Vegas has gotten the message, which sends her running to Chicago...and straight into Mark's arms.
Chased Into Love can be read as a standalone. Each book in the Bachelorette Party Series features a different couple.
Just as I was thinking about heading over to The Box to check on things over there, a blonde I hadn’t seen there before claimed the stool next to me. My previously dormant libido came roaring back to life as I took in her curves. They were shown off to perfection in a top that had almost no back and plunged down the front to just above the swell of her tits, cuffed shorts that barely covered her ass, and strappy black sandals with four-inch heels. Her blond hair flowed down her back to just above her bra line would be—if she’d been wearing one.
She was the hottest woman in the club, and plenty of other guys had their eyes glued on the vision next to me. Not that she seemed to notice. Her attention was completely focused on the bartender who leaned over to take her drink order. “A vodka soda with a splash of grapefruit juice and lime, please.”
Her raspy voice had my cock pressing against the zipper of my dress pants. I leaned forward to hide my visible reaction to her, and the bartender’s gaze slid my way. I tapped my empty glass of water to let him know I needed a refill. Then I gave a discreet nod in the blonde’s direction to let him know her drink was on me. The bartender’s raised eyebrows and slack jaw reflected how shocking of a move it was for me. I’d given out hundreds of free drinks on the house to fix customer service issues in the years I’d worked with Andrew, but I couldn’t recall a time when I’d paid for a woman’s drink out of my own pocket while I’d been on the clock.
The blonde didn’t seem to notice. Her attention had shifted to a row of booths to our right, and I glanced over my shoulder to try to figure out what had grabbed her attention. When I spotted one of the guys at the last table staring back at her, I wanted to shift to the side to block his view of her. I was starting to wonder if she’d come to the club for him when the blonde shifted in her seat and muttered, “At least they keep it warm enough in here to make up for how skimpy the waitress’s outfits are.”
I wasn’t able to keep back my bark of laughter at her comment. Her head jerked in my direction, and bright green eyes narrowed at me as she snapped, “I wasn’t trying to be funny.”
My gaze wandered down her body and back up again, and I enjoyed the fuck out of the close-up view of her beauty from the front even more than the side. “C’mon. You’ve got to admit it’s at least a little bit humorous considering your outfit covers less than what the waitresses are wearing.”
Her pretty green eyes narrowed, and a hint of color filled her cheeks. “Yeah, but I’m not working. If I decide to dance my ass off, at least I won’t sweat it off. Plus, I can wear whatever the fuck I want. It’s my choice, but I’m almost positive none of the waitresses picked out that pale blue uniform. I’d be willing to bet it was a guy who made that decision, and I’m one-hundred percent against gambling.”
I held up my hands in a sign of surrender, my own cheeks filling with heat since she’d nailed it on the head. Even worse, I was the guy in question since the final call on the uniforms for Ice had been made by me. Luckily for me, the bartender had perfect timing and slid our drinks in front of us. Her attention shifted to him as she dug in her purse and slid a twenty across the bar to him. He pushed it back at her and said, “No worries. The boss already has your drink covered.”
She turned back to me and groaned, “Well, shit. I just put my foot in my mouth, didn’t I?”
I flashed her a grin. “Maybe a little bit.”
ABOUT ROCHELLE PAIGE
Rochelle Paige is an Amazon bestselling author. She absolutely adores reading. Her friends growing up used to tease her when she trailed after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. She loves stories with alpha males, sassy heroines, hot sex and happily ever afters. She is a bit of a genre hopper in both her reading and her writing. So far she's written books in several romance sub-genres including new adult, contemporary, paranormal and romantic suspense.