“You can say red and I’ll stop teasing you. I’ll let you have what you want right now. Otherwise, I’m not letting you come until I say so.”

“When’s that going to be?”

“When I fuck you. Later.” He kissed me on the cheek. “But we should probably get going. I want to stop by my house to change.”

I blew out a breath. How was it possible to be turned on and annoyed at the same time?

“I think I might hate you right now.”

Chase smirked. “No, you don’t.”

* * *

“Let’s swing by the liquor store,” Chase said, signaling and making a left turn as we pulled away from his place.

“But you’re driving.”

“Not planning on drinking much. Just have a policy against showing up places empty-handed.”

Minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot and scanned the rows of parking spaces with a frown. They were all occupied, probably because of the movie theater in the same commercial complex. Finally, he found a vacant spot nearly a block away.

The radio cut away from the sports talk show we were listening to.

“Breaking news on the sex tape scandal for NHL player Matthew Stevens,” the announcer said. “Stevens allegedly recorded a second unidentified woman without her consent while they were engaged in sexual activity. Criminal charges are now pending.”

Matthew Stevens was an up-and-coming hockey prodigy one year older than Chase. He was on track to be the next Sidney Crosby in terms of his skill and style of gameplay. Now it looked like his career might be over before it started.

“Yikes.” I turned down the volume quickly. Definitely didn’t need to think about that right now. Or ever.

“No kidding.” Chase grimaced as he pulled into the lone vacant spot. “Something like that could end his career.”

And hers too—whoever she was. The news was keeping her identity anonymous for now, but if criminal charges went ahead, it would be revealed eventually. Then his lawyers would probably drag her name and reputation through the mud any way possible.

Not to mention that everyone she knew could go to PornPlace—or whatever it was called—and watch her most intimate moments. Horrifying.

A prickle of anxiety crept back into the corner of my brain. I’d pushed the sex tape blind item to the back of my mind until now, but I was getting paranoid again.

There was no way that had anything to do with me.

Couldn’t.

I hoped.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, Chase pulled up in front of a blue two-story house in a newer development. It wasn’t as impressive as the one he lived in with Dallas and Ty, but it was still nicer than the average college student accommodations.

He parked against the curb and killed the ignition. Unbuckling my seat belt, I shifted in my seat, moving closer to him and placing a hand on his thigh.

Payback time.