Ride Me

The waiter placed two margaritas on the table, and Chase watched Mackenzie grab her glass and take a shot of the cocktail. She dropped her glass back on the table and glanced sideways at him.

She met his unwavering gaze, and asked, “What?”

He only gave a half smile and raised his own glass to his lips. They were in a private booth in some bar that was good but not really popular like Nightshade. After the uproar taking root in internet right now, the least they can do is avoid paparazzi.

Especially as Chase knew Mackenzie was not in a great mood after seeing the article.

Mackenzie stared at Chase, wondering why he was smiling secretly to himself. She tried to make herself feel annoyed, but all she could really feel, were butterflies. His smiles were something he reserved only for her, and they were heavenly.

Beautiful, even.

And the seating arrangement in this booth was so intimate, that Mackenzie had been trying all along to ignore it by focusing on her fear and the drinks. But even