All Chapters of Chasing Sensations: The Billionaire's Game: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

-Ariana--Before I walked into the restaurant, I’d paced outside my car for a whole minute hoping Mr. Tillman was present and the meeting was underway so I wouldn’t have to shamefully face Calvin even for a second after what happened earlier.But as it seems, today particularly, I have no such luck with the universe. Instead of Mr. Tillman and his assistant, I approach the table where Calvin and his entourage are seated and they all turn to me with looks that suggest I’ve interrupted something serious.My eyes dart over the three of them, then to the closed laptop in the middle of the table, before I look at Calvin directly.Maybe my suspicion of him is making me more observant than usual, but whatever they were discussing, the tension at the table is impossible to miss.My eyes narrow. “Am I interrupting something?”The blond man—Ambrose, as I’ve found—pushes his chair back as he stands, an easy smile crossing his face. “No, Ms. Halberg. We were just leaving.”No, they weren’t.The

-_________________Re: Margaret Should Not Be a Stand-Up Woman.I considered this, and you’re right. I’ll work on her again.All the revisions will be in your inbox Friday.–SUSAN_________________I’ll look forward to it.–ARIANA_________________I slide my phone into my pocket and start the espresso machine.Susan and I have spent the last forty-eight hours discussing her manuscript. I went through the revised draft over Saturday and Sunday, and I had very little to complain about.Susan is a good writer. She’d published one fairly successful book eight years ago before disappearing from the literary world altogether. So when I found her new manuscript in Blackwood’s submissions a few months ago, I reached out myself.We didn’t exactly hit it off.But the past two days have been different. We’re finally talking like two people who understand what the other wants.Which is a relief. A blessing, even.Maybe this will actually be a smooth journey from here.What worries me the most n

-“Do you know Oliver?” Ivy asks, her face flushed from blushing.“Yeah. But I’ve never met him.”Thank God.Ivy has been looking for ways to get us onto the mezzanine ever since she found out her “blond majesty” is Ambrose Clemons, who might be just as interested in her. The last ten minutes have been spent with them flirting from across the room, with Ivy giving him a show as she sways seductively to the music.I’ve stayed exactly where I am because she’s using me as a prop, her hands wrapped around my neck while she dances. In the process, I’ve caught Calvin staring at me, every so often when I look up.And every time, my insides flutter with that familiar prickling beneath my skin. I hate that he makes me feel something my body recognizes before I do.“I could’ve sworn you knew a Rothwell.” Ivy purses her lips, narrowing her eyes at me.I do know the Rothwells but not Oliver. That aside, she is being annoying.I give her a look. “Seriously?”“Sorry.” She flashes me a cheeky smile.

- Calvin -I’ve never made it onto Ariana’s list of favorite people, and this moment probably seals it. Not that it matters. I don’t care about that. What does matter is the absolute horror that has taken over her face as she stares wide-eyed at the tablet.She’s gripping the device so tightly her knuckles have turned white, her breathing growing heavier by the second. She is mortified.I bite back a smile.Ariana has been avoiding me since this morning, diligently completing her work through Jo instead. I know it’s because of what happened at the club, and I’m quite unapologetic about that. Watching her move so carelessly across that dance floor for half the night had been tempting enough. I still can’t decide whether it was the way she moved or the dress that undid me.Then she dropped into my lap.My dick had already been half-hard through the night. Feeling her perfect ass settle against it took care of the rest.She felt it. For a while, in fact. It’d taken her longer than necess