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exclaim, smiling at the thought of finally being able to put on my
own clean clothes.  "That was very thoughtful of you.  I guess I should take
that as a hint that you want me to get dressed.  Is that really what you had in
mind?"  I walk forward playfully so that I'm within reach of his arms, and
he doesn't waste time grabbing a handful of my bare flesh and pulling me
forward onto his lap.
     
    "Actually, I have a
couple of things in mind, and neither of them require you to get
dressed..." he grins as his hands brush against my breasts.  "But
honestly, I thought maybe we'd pop over to my place today?  Maybe have some
lunch there?"
     
    "Really?"
     
    "Don't look so
shocked!  You'll see that there's no big secret, I just hardly spend any time
there.  The casino is much more interesting."
     
    "When do we
leave?"
     
    "As soon as you're
ready."  His hands close on my nipples, rolling them in his fingers. 
"Unless you want to stay for a bit..."
     
    I squirm out of his grip
and spin off of his lap and onto my feet.  "I can be ready in 10 minutes. 
I'm not giving you a chance to change your mind.  There'll be plenty of time
for that later."
     
    Chase flashes me his
version of puppy dog eyes, but I respond by sticking out my tongue.
     
    "I can think of
something you can do with that tongue," he quips.
     
    "So can I, but
later!"  I call back, disappearing into the bathroom.
     
    True to my word, I'm
ready in ten minutes and we're in his private car in twenty.
     
    "Nice
neighborhood," I mutter as we pass mansion after mansion.  I can't imagine
having a house like this and not wanting to spend all of my time in it.  Chase
is quiet, staring out the window as we pull up to a broad Spanish style
bungalow on what seems to be a very large property.  The car pulls around the
circular driveway and up to two massive and ornate wooden double doors. 
     
    "Here we are." 
Chase doesn't seem that excited, but I'm glad he decided to bring me. 
Regardless of how much time he spends here, I'm interested to see what he calls
home.
     
    With a plastic bag filled
with the lunch we picked up on the way, Chase turns to me one more time. 
"Now again, I don't spend a lot of time here so try not to judge me too
harshly."  He turns to the door and presses a code into an electronic
keypad.  Apparently rich people don't need keys anymore.  With a little
electric whir I hear it unlock and Chase pushes the door open, ushering me
inside.
     
    The house is spacious
inside, with Spanish arches separating an open concept area that includes a well-designed
kitchen that flows into a family room.  It’s furnished exceptionally well, but
everything looks like it was purchased out of a catalog and barely ever used. 
As we walk through, I'm surprised by the utter lack of personality. 
"Where's all your stuff?"
     
    "What do you
mean," he asks, looking around.  "There's a couch, TV-"
     
    "No, you're stuff. 
Pictures.  Knickknacks.  Personal belongings?"  I walk through a hallway
and find the master bedroom.  It's just as barren as the rest of the house.  It
has a big and gorgeous four poster bed in the middle of the room, some dressers
and side tables, but nothing personal at all.
     
    "I dunno, I'm not
really into material stuff.  Everything important to me is at the hotel.  I
have a few boxes of other stuff in storage, but I never really felt the need to
unpack any of it."  He shrugs, looking sheepish.  "Like I said, I
don't really spend time here."
     
    "Then why do you
have such a big place?"  I walk over to the window and look out across a well-manicured
and fenced in yard.  There's a huge pool, glistening in the midday sun with a
waterfall cascading against rocks behind it.
     
    I hear him sigh and I
turn back towards him.  Chase is looking sullenly at the floor.  I suddenly
feel guilty for giving him a hard time about this place after he warned me.  I
pushed him into bringing me, I shouldn't be so judgmental about