Song Chaser (Chasers) by Kandi Steiner Read Free Book Online Page A

about working or studying. Normally I wouldn’t even try so hard – hell, I really never had to. In fact, it’s usually the other way around. I can’t tell if it pisses me off that she’s been ignoring me or really turns me on.
    Maybe a little of both.
    Either way, I haven’t planned a date or anything even close to it since the last night I took Paisley to our spot in Orlando. I had the perfect plan that night. I was so sure that it would end with her in my arms, but instead it blew up in my face.
    Hopefully tonight won’t end the same way.
     
    *     *     *
     
    “So are you going to tell me where we’re going tonight or am I supposed to act surprised and impressed when you finally do a big reveal?” Kellee asks, giving me a sideways smirk as she locks her door behind us. I told her to dress casual, but I swear I’ve never seen any girl look better in a pair of jeans than her. Her hair is pulled up in a loose, messy bun with curls falling here and there and my hands are aching to touch the soft sliver of skin that’s peeking just below the hem of her tight white t-shirt.
    “Do you ever get ti red of pretending you’re not into me?” I lift a brow in her direction and grab her hand as we walk downstairs and out onto the city streets. Her cocky smile softens a little and a faint blush spreads to her cheeks. I instantly harden.
    D amn this girl is beautiful .
    As we walk, she asks me more about Paisley and I grudgingly agree to talk. As much as it is somewhat therapeutic to talk about her, I really want tonight to be about Kellee. Something tells me that she’s more comfortable talking about me because there’s more to he r than what she puts off. She’s definitely got the confident and sexy thing down, but underneath I can see the insecurities. I’m not sure if it has to do with her mom or some guy who fucked her over – hell, maybe she’s a tortured soul like me. Either way, I want to peel back her layers and see what’s underneath.
    I’d like to peel off a few layers of clothing too, but that’s beside the point.
    “Alright, Frecks. We’re here.”
    Kellee looks confused and utterly unimpressed, “Um, you’re taking me to Grand Central Station?”
    I laugh and open the door, “I am. Do you have a problem with that?”
    She shakes her head, “I guess not. You did say this was a date of firsts. I can definitely say I’ve never been taken out to a touristy train station.”
    I shake my head and grab her hand again, “This is just the beginning of the night. And that’s not the first I’m going for, either.”
    “Well what is it then?” she asks. Suddenly, her eyes grow wide and her brows shoot up, “I hope you don’t think you’re about to get laid in a public place. That is one first you’re not crossing off my list anytime soon.”
    I laugh again, “No, that’s not it either. Although I do want to point out that you said ‘anytime soon’, but you didn’t say ‘ever’. So does that mean I get to cross it off eventually?” I lick my bottom lip and throw her the sexiest half smile I can manage. For once, I think she might be speechless. The faint blush that was there earlier explodes into a full-on flush and she turns away from me quickly.
    “Just tell me what we’re doing here, Don Juan.”
      I smile and lead her inside and down to the lower concourse. It’s a lazy evening at the station and there are just a few other people buzzing around, which means everything should go perfectly.
    “Stand right…” I put my hands on Kellee’s shoulders and place her in the corner where two of the arches above come together. “Here. And turn around.”
    Kellee’s confused look is still cemented on her face, “Are you putting me in time out or something?” She crosses her arms and sticks out her bottom lip, popping one hip to the side.
    And it ’s fucking adorable.
    “Maybe. Have you been a bad girl?” I wink and she rolls her eyes.
    “I told you to stop with those