Chapter 4

Chase and Elizabeth arrived in London around noon. They checked their bags at The Mayfair, and took the short walk over to the studio. When they arrived, Chase introduced Elizabeth to the producers and sound mixers as his "friend," and she smiled and greeted everyone cordially.

Chase quickly got to work, discussing the song with these men. She noticed how different Chase was in the studio-serious and dedicated. She wasn't necessarily surprised, being that he was a very successful artist, but it was a definite change from the Chase who was always cracking jokes and the Chase who mauled her in the pool the day before.

She shuddered a little at the memories from the grotto. Chase had been pretty much hands off the rest of the evening. She finished packing, they ate dinner, and then they watched a movie in the theater afterwards. Elizabeth fell asleep during the film, her head on Chase's shoulder, and when the movie was over, he gently carried her upstairs and placed her into bed, only placing a light kiss on her forehead before he closed the door to her room. She had awoken when he placed her on her bed, opening her eyes to see him walk away. She had thought about calling out to him, asking him to stay, but remained quiet.

Elizabeth daydreamed until Chase went in to lay down the track. She was familiar with his music and enjoyed it, but watching him in the studio brought a whole new depth forth. She watched him sing with such raw emotion and focus and was mesmerized by his voice. He had such a command of his tone, and only ran through the song three times before the he and the producer were both satisfied and they began mixing the track.

They ordered in a lunch of fish and chips, and ate while they worked. Elizabeth sat back and watched the process. One of the producers then approached her and made small talk. He was very flirty with her, almost as if he was hitting on her, until he said to her, "You must be a special one."

Why is that?" she questioned curiously.

"Well, Chase never brings women to the studio with him." The man then got called back by Chase, and Elizabeth was left with the thought to chew on.

Chase had been intent on laying down the track as quickly as possible, so he could get out of the studio and they could enjoy their time in London. He hadn't paid much attention to Elizabeth until Ron went over to her and struck up a lengthy conversation. He knew Ron's reputation with women, and knew it was almost as bad as his own. So, when he witnessed Ron flirting with Elizabeth, a chord of jealousy was struck within him. He was taken aback momentarily, as he was not a jealous person at all. He quickly dispatched his emotions and regained control of the situation by calling Ron over to help the mixer out with the track. A moment later, he went over to Elizabeth to mark his territory, so that Ron and the others would know to stay away.

"I know this isn't really entertaining, we should have stopped and picked up some magazines or something for you beforehand. I'm sorry if you're bored."

"Are you kidding me? This is so neat! Watching you work is just fascinating. You're so enveloped in the song when you're singing, it's amazing!"

Chase smiled at her, and placed his hands on her neck, lightly kneading the muscles there. "You're good for my ego."

"Oh, just what you need, a bigger ego," Elizabeth replied, smiling back at him.

Chase laughed before bending down and kissing her. The kiss started lightly, but its passion quickly increased as Chase deepened the kiss. Elizabeth wound her hands into the bottom of Chase's shirt, holding him close to her.

The mixer came over the microphone, "Uh, Chase, can you tear yourself away for a moment, so that we can finish this up here?"

Chase shot the guys and evil look and they laughed. He gave Elizabeth one more quick kiss, her cheeks now flushing with embarrassment before he winked at her and went back to work.

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They walked back towards the hotel, stopping at a few shops along the way. Elizabeth found a dress and shoes to wear to dinner, but wouldn't let Chase see it, as much as he pouted. They walked back to the hotel hand in hand. When they entered the elevator, Chase pulled Elizabeth against him and possessively wrapped his arms around her waist. He rested his head on her shoulder as the elevator took them up to the penthouse suite.

When Chase opened the door to the suite, Elizabeth's jaw about hit the floor. She had never seen a hotel room this large. There was a full kitchen, bar, living area, and three bedrooms, each of which had a bathroom. The décor was modern, with rich black leather and cream tones. Though she lived in a castle, she had never seen a space designed this impressively before. The view was also breathtaking; floor to ceiling windows surrounded two sides of the suite, giving them bird's eye views of Hyde Park and Buckingham Palace so many floors below.

Elizabeth approached the windows and marveled at the view outside. Dusk was just beginning to creep in on the city, the lights illuminating the buildings and street lamps below. "This is beautiful."

"It's nothing compared to the view I've got from over here," Chase said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Elizabeth turned and leered at him, "Sod off!"

"What? It's true."

"Chase, I'm not one of your groupies. Your cheeky lines aren't going to work here," she said as she walked towards her bedroom and closed the door.

Once inside she leaned against the door and closed her eyes. The truth was she melted every time he flashed a smile her direction. She pushed off the door and began undressing, walking into the bathroom to run the shower. As she stripped, the room heated and the steam created a fog within. She stepped into the shower allowing the hot water to run down her body, tilting her head back to soak her hair. She washed her hair and then used the body wash to slowly soap up her body. She shivered as her hands ran over her breasts and she tweaked her nipples. She ran her fingertips up her neck and back down to her breasts, lightly circling the nubs and wishing that it was Chase's hands on her, not her own. In her haze of arousal, she realized what she had to do.

After Elizabeth left Chase in the kitchen, he retired to his room and took a shower of his own. Standing under the hot water, his cock stood at attention, his hard-on constant as it had been for the past couple of days. He slowly soaped his wide chest up and let his hand slide down to his cock. He began stroking himself slowly, and increased his pace as he envisioned Elizabeth's plump lips wrapped around his tool. He wrapped his left hand around the tip, palming his cock and imagining he was hitting the back of her throat. He squeezed his eyes shut and growled as he shot his load into the shower, his powerful release slamming through him. Chase fell back against the cool wall of the shower, struggling to regain his breathing as he slammed his hand against the faucet, shutting the water flow. He brushed his long hair back out of his face and slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to readjust to the light. He pushed off the wall, weak kneed, and slowly stepped out of the shower. What is this girl doing to me? He wondered. He wrapped the towel around him and went back into the bedroom to get dressed.

Chase sat in the living room, trying to get the Yankees score. He hated being oversees and having to view highlights on the TV. He was flipping through the channels of the satellite service, when he heard heels clack against the marble floor. He turned to the right and gasped when he saw her.

Elizabeth wore her hair down, her curls gently flowing around her shoulders. She had make up on, something he hadn't seen since the first day he met her, when she was yelling at Abbey. It was much darker though this evening, more suited to going out. Her eye shadow was dark and smoky. She wore a red halter dress that was fitted to her waist before it gently flared out and stopped mid thigh. There was a deep cut between her breasts, exposing a vee of her ample cleavage, a silver pendant rested there. Her legs were wrapped in neutral stockings; her feet enveloped in open toed patent leather red four inch pumps.

Chase felt himself instantly go hard and his mouth went dry. She struggled to say something, but nothing would come out. He gulped again and looked her up and down, speechless. In front of him, in his hotel suite, stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Elizabeth smiled down at Chase, knowing the reaction she elicited. He wore black dress slacks and a dark red, almost burgundy silk shirt. "You ready to go?"

Chase slowly stood and Elizabeth could see the bulge in the front of his pants. He grabbed his phone and wallet off the table, and she turned and headed towards the door, her hips swaying under the dress, mesmerizing Chase. He looked up and saw that the entire back of her dress was open to her waist as well, leaving her practically naked in front of him. He wondered what he was getting himself into.

They rode the elevator in silence-Chase visibly uncomfortable. When they reached the lobby and the doors opened, Elizabeth grabbed his arm and practically pulled him out of the elevator. She confidently walked across the lobby, every man and some women turning to stare at her beauty and elegance, and outside to their car.

They sat inside and she told the driver an address. Chase was still quiet and uncomfortable. She comfortably grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and looked out the window, marveling at the effect she was having on him. A slow smile crept across her face as she watched the buildings pass by.

Chase leaned against the corner of the seat and just watched her, watched the slow rise and fall of her breasts. He couldn't believe that the sexy, confident woman sitting next to him was the same one he had been sparring with just days earlier-the same woman who seemed meek and vulnerable the past two days. Who was she really? he wondered.

The car pulled up to their destination and she slowly exited, her long legs lingering in his view. He took a deep breath, opened his door, and walked around to the curb where she was waiting for him. Elizabeth grabbed his arm again and led him inside.

Fiesta Havana was dimly lit, the walls painted bright shades of blue and orange. The small, intimate tables encircled a dance floor with couples salsa dancing. A DJ was off in the corner spinning the heady latin beats. The maître d led them to a table in the corner and they sat. She ordered them a pitcher of sangria and then silently began to page through the menu.