The Chase

Chapter 4

JASPER         

    I love my apartment. The floor to ceiling windows with a view to die for. I rented it originally thinking it would help impress chicks but I've actually grown quite fond of it.

    Spacious enough to have a guest room along with an office so I could work from home. Huge open floor plan with a kitchen, that's only used by a person chef and living room over shadowed by a flat screen TV. The couch isn't the most comfortable but also a good excuse to hang out in a room with a bed when I have women over. 

    I walk down the hallway towards my room pausing outside my work space, I decide against working late tonight. Instead I strip down to briefs and climb to the center of my bed flipping the TV on for back ground noise. 

    My phone buzzes 'End the chase and find your catch!'. I downloaded the app as a joke. Thou don't need the app seeing as i'm not on the market for anything serious but I've only had the app a couple months now. Gone on a few dates, none worth mentioning or seeing a second time. 

    While scrolling through profile after profile of generic looking women Cecilia popped into my head. My ever so confusing mystery women. I don't know why, but I find myself thinking about her randomly through out the day. My mind just wanders to her without any rhyme or reason. I haven't so much as looked at another women which is very out of the ordinary. I have always been able to appreciate a beautiful women, interested or not.

    I tap on the search bar not actually expecting to find anything. But low and behold, there she is. A little predictable. Her pictures were pretty basic but somehow better than all the rest. I zoom in closer to her face, a smile frozen on her face.

    Should I message her? Would she even respond to me? Probably not. She sprinted away from me not once but twice in the same night. I always thought of myself as good kisser but she didn't seem to think so. What the hell, worst thing she could do is not respond and I could get over whatever infatuation I have with her. 

"Hello stranger " I chew my lip nervously waiting for her to open my message. 

    She’s taking her sweet time. I lock my phone and turn to the TV. Flipping through channels of boring shows. I stop on ESPN. I don’t care too much for sports but at least it isn’t a chick flick or life time movie with a predictable outcome. 

    I finally decide to do some work when my phone buzzes. A half smile forms on my face as I jump across my bed to get to my phone.

"Sorry, do I know you?" Was she being funny or actually not remember? Don’t be stupid. No way she forgot you already. 

"Maybe not. Make out with many strangers in cars?" I decide to play along with her cat and mouse game.

"Only a few. Which one are you?" She’s feisty. I could be into that.

"Let me take you out and jog your memory...." I chew on my lip as I wait for the impending rejection, I’m a glutton for punishment. 

"When and where are you trying to take me?" Fancy restaurants fly through my mind. It can’t be anywhere too fancy, might not be ‘her scene’.

"I'm free tomorrow night if you want to come over and I can cook for you?" Can’t help myself. I ultimately want her to come back to my place.

"Oh so you want me alone at your place?" Busted.

"We could go to a restaurant.." I back track knowing damn well I want this girl alone. Somewhere she won't run from me again.

"We'll see. I'll have to check my schedule.." Smart ass.

"You're that busy?" She’s full of it.

"Nah but I have to keep you on your toes! Pick my up at work. Do you know where Vintage Tab is?" I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding. Of course I know where her work was. I had google image searched it on the drive home after our steamy encounter.  A business card for 'Vintage Tabitha' had fallen out of her bag. 

"Yes I know where you said it was."

    We spend the next three hours talking about nothing in particular. She listens to me complain about work with genuine interest in my life and I listen to her complain about her surprisingly high maintenance roommate. With that I am swept away to a dream about her. 

    She is walking bar foot in one of my shirts across the tile in the kitchen. He hair tied up in a mess and she's singing along to Maroon 5's album 'Song's for Jane'. 

    I just sit at the breakfast bar and take in the scene. She is perfection. Her smile. Her eyes. Her hair. Everything. I am filled with an overwhelming happiness and urge to kiss her or just be closer to her.

    I walk around the island and take her face between my hands, kissing her softly. I'm met with soft supple lips followed by her hands sliding up my chest and into my hair. She's playful in the mornings. Grabbing the back of her thighs I pick her up and set her down on the counter centering myself between her legs.

    I pull back and kiss my way down her neck to her collar bone, earning a quiet moan. I work my way down to her stomach, lift her shirt to expose her skin. She must be tickling because flinches a little with each kiss. Until I’ve reached her shorts. I skip over her bottoms and move to her knee. Kissing my way up her inner thigh. She looks down at me and makes small gasps each time I make contact. Cecilia leans her head back when I start to hook her bottoms to pull them out of my way.

    I enjoy how nervous I make her. With ever kiss, touch, or even look I give her she becomes more immersed in me. Her shorts are loose and easy to move. She gasps little and seems like she might loose her balance. Her hand slams down over the edge of the counter to stop herself from falling over and I see it.

    There on her left hand. A giant diamond ring. What?! No f*****g way am I marrying this girl! I don't know her! What is happening?!

    I'm thrown back into my bed soaked in sweat and panting. This girl is under my skin. She has me thinking so far into the future that we are married. I never getting married. Not to her. Not to anyone. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I don't know how to stop these thoughts but something needs to be done about this. I lay in bed starring at the ceiling the rest of the night out of fear of what my out of control mind may send me in a dream next.