It was nearly mid-afternoon when Chase managed to disentangle himself from his business meetings to board his jet. Sighing wearily, he tugged at his tight tie, and when it loosened, he opened his top collar button. Another six hours before he would see Dem again – he texted her to inform her that he had boarded the plane.
It was weird how he was looking forward to meeting his wife. In such a short time, she had managed to weave a place in his heart, and now she felt peculiarly familiar. It was almost like he was in severe lack of a regular dose of cocaine. Addictive. Her platinum blonde hair. Her crystal grey eyes. Her humor. Her openness to him. Her need of him.
With his wife opening like a flower to him, he found it difficult to resist her. It was however too soon to act upon his desir
