Blurred Lines Book 1: Chase

4|The Client

I pulled out the client files from my bag. Reading page after page, I saw nothing unusual. Chase Montiero, the thirty-two-year-old CEO of Montiero Holdings. The job required me to change his playboy image in six months.

He had no social media account, but the internet provided endless pictures of a man with different girls wrapped around his body. Stolen shots and blurry in a club or party, or he'd look the other way from the camera. He was tall and had a body fitting a GQ model. His hair was dark. I couldn't tell if it was brown or black, but that familiarity caught me when I zoomed in on one of his images.

His eyes were so familiar as if I had seen him before.

"We're here," the driver announced, pulling me from stalking my client online.

I glanced to the side, a thirty-story building, curved glass, and steel with MONTIERO HOLDINGS written discreetly over the glass front door.

"Thank you..." I trailed off.

"It's Rafael," he said, sliding out of the car. He opened the door for me, tossing the keys to the man in a black and white suit who approached us.

"Come on." Rafael led me inside the building.

Behind the sandstone desk, a woman in a blue suit jacket greeted Rafael. He nodded at her and pressed a hand on my lower back, guiding me inside the elevator. I'm beginning to wonder if Rafael was more than a driver.

The elevator ride ended on the twenty-eight floor. Rafael once again led me through the hallway. We stopped in front of a wooden double door with my client's name written on frosted glass. He knocked and received no response.

"He's probably on the rooftop," Rafael sighed and glanced at his wristwatch. "You can wait inside. I'll just get him."

I stood there and watched Rafael disappear through the door on the other end of the hallway, leaving me no choice but to do as he said.

I opened the door and instantly regretted it when I saw a man and a woman by the glass window in a rather scandalous position.

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The pair by the window doesn't realize they have an audience. They kept doing what they were doing. The woman was on her knees, her back against the window. She was at an angle where I could see her side profile. Her white top parted in the middle reveals her supple, bouncing breasts.

The man facing her had one hand splayed flat on the glass wall, his other gripping the woman's hair. His pants pooled around his feet, revealing a sexy ass. He kept pounding on her face, his hips moving in a pendulum motion. Her gagging and his groan drift through the still air.

"Look at me," the man said, his voice a cross between pain and pleasure.

The woman obeyed, looking up at him with watery eyes. "Fuck, fuck!" he groaned. His hips moved faster as though he was chasing a quick fading light.

I stood frozen as the man pulled back, gripping his manhood and splaying ropes and ropes of his release to the woman's face.

"Why are you still out here?" I quickly closed the door when I heard Rafael's voice.

He glanced at the door and back into my face, tipping his head to the side. A knowing smile slowly stretched his lips.

"What?" I stared down at my shoes, my cheeks warming up.

Rafael chuckled. "You saw for yourself, didn't you?"

If embarrassment could trigger a human body's continuous combustion, I would have turned to ash by now. I chewed my lip, unable to respond.

The door behind me opened. I stepped aside and came face to face with the attractive blond. Her disheveled hair and unkempt clothing proved that I hadn't imagined what I saw.

"Olá, Rafa." She smiled at Rafael, running her fingers through her hair.

"Carlota," acknowledged Rafael.

Looking at me through the tip of her nose, her smile morphed into a grimace. Her bright blue eyes seared with annoyance. She was stunning, even with her messy makeup and bare lips. She flipped her hair, rolling her eyes at me. Her heels tapped against the sandstone floor as she sashayed away.

Rafael shook his head and opened the door. He stood on the side, eyeing me. Hesitantly, I fidgeted on my heels. It was a no-brainer that the man who had just finished in Carlota's face was my client. I've worked with playboys and men with this same taste in their sex life, but I had never seen anyone in such a mortifying situation.

'How will I face him without thinking of what I saw? Without thinking of his hot ass and deep, sexy growls.'

Down, Sofia! He's your client. Remember that!

I can leave, go back to Boston and tell Georgia I saw my client fucking a woman's face. But going home also meant I had to face this situation with Kyle.

This situation will test my professionalism. I took a sharp breath and stepped through the open door, Rafael observing me as I clutched the strap of my messenger bag.

The office was immaculate, too big for just one man. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window - where I saw them - I shook my head, pushing that memory aside - was a modern dark wood desk that six people could eat comfortably. Everything else was black, white, and gray except for the paintings adorning the wall by the couch.

A man emerged from the door on the side.

He was tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie, with unruly dark blond hair. He looks well-kept, as if I had fantasized about him with Carlota earlier.

His lips were framed with well-trimmed facial hair. A pointy nose that leads up to those deep blue eyes. They were so familiar, as if I'd seen them before.

It must be from those pictures online, but something inside me says it's not that... like I knew him.

Dark lash gaze narrowed, regarding me shrewdly. I looked the other way; scrutinizing his frosted name above the table was the most fascinating thing in this world. The intensity of his gaze made me shiver. I can feel his eyes glide around my face, traversing down my body.

I fidgeted, sweat forming on the base of my spine.

'Does he know I saw him fucking Carlota's face? Will he throw me out of this building for barging into his private time?'

Probably.

"Sunshine?" I swear my heart skipped beats.

My world slowed as I looked at the man standing four feet away from me.

"You know her?" Rafael asked, his voice fading into the background.

Only one person calls me Sunshine. And he was my first love.

My vision tunneled as my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I swallowed hard, pressing my palm onto my chest, feeling my heart beating wildly.

"Chase?" I whispered.

Those eyes, those lips... he changed so much. The last time I saw him, he was still a boy, and I was a silly little girl dreaming of a happily ever after with my brother's best friend.