Brooke and Chase by Amicia Bianchi (good book recommendations .txt) 📕

Why would he stop me and why would he do this to me when I was being professional and helping him? I was going to give him up and here he finds a way to get me for doing nothing to him. Unless was payback for walking with him but don't you think this was a little too much?

I kept my face neutral and I reined in my self-control. Soon after that they left, I tried not to show how I felt about what he just did, especially because he didn't say anything about it.

"So did you finish looking over the portfolio, because I need to make those phone calls tonight so they can be ready for next week. That's if you don't have anymore questions," I hoped that he didn't as I waited for the portfolio to be handed to me so I could just go home. I couldn't take this anymore. I just couldn't stand in his presence anymore.

"Um… yeah I'm finished with it," he handed me the portfolio. "But um… are you okay?" he asked with concern but why would you- no why should you be concern about someone you just threw underneath a bus?

"Um…" I didn't want to lie to him that no I was not okay but I really couldn't afford to tell him anything now. He's made it quite clear that his poor opinion of me obviously hasn't changed. "Everything seem to be coming alone just fine," uh oh the tears had started to form and you could hear it in my voice.

There was a lump in my throat so before he could try to continue the conversation I gave him a small, polite smile before walking away. He again, as it has become so common lately, was looking at me as I walked further and further away from him. I didn't look back I strutted all the way to my car and went home.

Chase's POV

I don't understand her, I can never seem to figure her out. It seems like I've been staring at her back a lot lately because she leaves me wondering if I did something wrong with no clue if I did or not. She's proving everything I first thought of her to be wrong. The person she's turning out to be is leaving me in unfamiliar territory, just when I was so sure I knew how to treat her.

The girl I thought she was I could have dealt with. I could have simply fended her off, been cold to her or just ignored her advances but this new her made me relax in her presence. The day I first talked to her about the party I'd actually had a nice conversation with her. I hadn't quite understood what her friends had meant until now. They did warn me, I thought sighing as I reflected on what has happened throughout the time I've been working with her.

I'd thought I was going to really dread working with her; even though she had been friendly and funny didn't mean she would act the same way when we were alone. However, all of my preconceived notions went out the window when I got to my locker after school and she wasn't there.

I had planned on going to look for her, seriously if she was going to try to throw herself at me she wouldn't have kept me waiting for as long as she did. If I still had any doubt that she was going to treat this as a way to get close to me that immediately was extinguished when she finally showed up. She had papers in her hands along with a portfolio, didn't even look in my direction, she just started to put things into her locker. She apologized, saying she had gone to get something but what surprised me was the way she talked was all business.

She was friendly but still not at all like what expected; I'd thought she would be more of an annoyance then help. After all, she was the girl who randomly invited herself to walk with me to classes. She would go on and on about this or that but I never really paid attention.

I expected her to be that crazy girl who had and would force her way into my company whether I liked it or not. But she was different, she'd suddenly changed when we started working together. Sometimes it was like looking at a different person altogether, I wasn't sure what to make of it. Often enough I've caught myself just staring at her while she spoke, wondering if this was the real girl or if it was only for the party planning.

She was making a habit of not show too much personal attachment to me and just being friendly but not overly so. When we got to my house that first day I really thought she would come over, see I had this big house, and insist I give her a tour or something. So I purposely went through the side gate, that way we didn't have to go inside the house.

I carefully watched the look of awe on her face when she initially saw the house but she didn't comment. She didn't even say anything when I chose to go through the gate, she just followed.

What really got me when we walked into the backyard was that she looked everywhere but at me. Once it became clear to me that she wasn't going to say anything I decided to sit unobtrusively at one of the picnic tables.

For a while she walked around a bit, jotting down a few notes here and there, with a very serious expression etched into her features. I'd seen the face before in class, it was the one she'd always made when deep in thought. She still didn't say a word to me, hadn't looked in my direction since we entered the backyard, and quite frankly I was surprised. Here I thought she was using this as a means to get closer to me and she hadn't even took a peek in my general area.

Eventually she did come sit down at the picnic table with me but she sat across from me, while most girls would have taken the opportunity to sit next to me. She explained to me everything she had in mind so far and sounded as if she had really been thinking about it.

She was serious but polite and friendly, throwing all of her ideas out there but didn't push them. She let me know in the end it was my decision and that she would have more options for me to choose from.

The entire time she had kept our conversation in a professional vein, helpful and insightful but never pushy. Never once did she try to make a move on me and I had to admire her for her self control. After we finished talking about the party she'd simply collected her things so she could go without another word.

I was taken aback when I'd asked her if she was really finished. I was just so shocked, and she'd read my mind perfectly. Even when I tried to lie to her, or at least try to not let her be upset about it, she saw right through me. She really seemed hurt and it didn't set right with me for some reason. I didn't want to hurt her, especially not this new her. I wanted to get to know her.

I'm not exactly sure when it happened but I got attached to her. Now I don't know what to do with myself because I've never gotten attached to anyone this quickly before and that scares me. Sometimes when I'm not careful I feel like I'm about to losing control and I'm not used to the feeling.

Other times it's almost like a seamless transition where I'm losing control but getting back a new found control, it's inexplicably complicated and I don't realize when it happening. As a future alpha I can't afford to lose control at any time. To any capacity. It's an all work and no play job. I have to think of the pack and if something that I'm thinking of doing will affect them.

I don't even know why I decided to invite her to my birthday party and I really don't know why I agreed to let her help me plan the party but I haven't regret having to spend time with her. She makes feel alive almost. I don't really understand it and although I'd tried to put out of my mind the question was still there: Do I want to get involved with a human?

If I do I'm going to have to tell her at some point. I know I probably shouldn't get involved but maybe there was a chance we can still be friends. I don't want to stop talking to her or seeing her, I enjoy my time spent with her, perhaps more than I should.

I haven't been able to find a single logical reason why I got Brooke involved in with my friends' silly idea of getting to know what "my girlfriend" is like. I didn't correct Amanda, or any of my other friends, about it partly because their idea wouldn't work if they knew I didn't actually have a girlfriend. Also it kind of rubbed my ego the right way to know even my friends thought I had an extremely attractive girlfriend like her.

She was popular and known to be nice with a figure that made a guy stop to look three and four times, even if she seemed a little crazy. Although her original show of crazy had made me wary of her this new impersonal approach was somehow worse. So when Amanda announced their idea of a joke and it included Brooke I jumped at the opportunity before I could change my mind.

At first I thought it would be a good way to get rise out of her. She's been nothing but professional and for some reason I want her to hit on me yet she hasn't. I wanted to see what she would do or if she would say anything.

After they left I waited for her to say something about it but she didn't take the bait. I thought she would be mad and say something or pinch my cheek, like she's grown fond of doing lately. Weirdly enough I actually like it, I touched my cheek smiling. Sadly she didn't do either.

I know she likes me but since we started working on this party it's as if she's just some other girl who isn't attracted to me. It bothers me, more than I'm willing to admit, that she can act as if I'm just like any other person to her.

Two or three weeks ago I would have wanted her to leave me along and now I don't want her to give up on me but I only want to be friends? I wasn't quite sure what I want from her. Maybe she has chosen to move on and maybe she should have?

She probably deserved better but somehow I couldn't let her go. I just can't help feeling