26. Spencer
Chapter 26
Spencer
“ S hay-lee,” I say the moment she answers my call. “It’s Spencer Prescott. Could you put me through to Marcy Green’s office, please? Her direct line.”
“Of course, Mr Prescott.”
There’s a method to my madness. If I get to speak with her directly, Delilah doesn’t have to know I’ve called.
“Marcy. It’s Spencer Prescott.”
“Mr Prescott, what can I do for you?”
“Question, what do you know about the drinks your workers go to on Friday nights?”
“Not much,” she replies. “What they do outside of office hours is none of my business.”
“You’ve never attended one of them?”
“God no. I have to deal with these people on the daily. I have better things to do in my spare time.”
I chuckle into the phone. “Fair enough.”
“Why is there an issue? Did something happen?”
“No, nothing like that. Do you know what pub they go to?”
“It’s called the Royal something … I’m pretty sure it is on George Street.”
I balance the receiver between my shoulder and ear so I can do a quick Google search. The Royal George is on George Street, so that must be the one.
“Great. Thank you.”
“Are you planning on attending?”
“I’m thinking about it. My PR team is always telling me I should be more relatable. I thought this may be a good place to start.”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Delilah St. James, would it?”
“Why would you think that?”
“Excuse me if I’m speaking out of line, but I saw what happened between you, her, and your father the other day. You and Delilah seem close.”
“She has been through a rough time, is all. I’m very protective of her.”
“I thought as much. I could tell she was on the verge of tears when she came into my office earlier. It concerned me.”
I sit up straighter in my seat. “She was? Did something happen?”
“I’m not sure. She said she wasn’t feeling well and asked for the rest of the day off. I noticed she seemed more upset than sick, though.”
“She went home?”
“Yes, about an hour ago.”
“Thanks, Marcy.”
I hang up the receiver and reach for my mobile, pulling up Delilah’s number. The call goes straight to voicemail. Shit. I try Damien next.
“Good afternoon, Mr Prescott,” he says.
I skip the pleasantries because I don’t have time for that. “Did you take Delilah home earlier? ”
“No, sir. I haven’t seen her since I dropped her off this morning.”
“Can you meet me downstairs?”
“Of course. I’ll be there in five.”
Fuck. Where could she be?
I try her number one more time, to no avail.
Standing, I reach for my suit jacket, and I’m sliding my arm into the sleeve as I exit my office. “Laura, I’m heading out. I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”
“Okay, Mr Prescott.”
I press the button to call the elevator. “If Delilah calls, can you let me know immediately?”
“Of course. I met her earlier.”
I turn to face her desk. “You did?”
“Yes, I went down to her floor … I had a question for her.”
“How did she seem to you?”
“She seemed fine. Very sweet.”
“She is,” I agree.
“I may have accidentally alluded to the fact that you offered me a bonus to come back early. I’m sorry if that was something you didn’t want disclosed.”
I tilt my head back and groan.
Fuck.
“Sandra,” I say in a panic as I slide into the back seat of the limousine. “Is Delilah there?”
“Yes, Mr Prescott. She’s in her room packing.”
“Packing?”
“She told me she’s moving out today.”
Jesus Christ, this is worse than I thought .
“Sandra, listen carefully, I need you to do me a favour.”
“Of course.”
“Make sure Delilah doesn’t leave until I get there. I’m ten minutes away.”
“Umm … okay. I’ll try my best.”
“Lock her in … restrain her if need be.” I’m talking like a man unhinged, but I feel like my entire future is on the line.
“Mr Prescott, I couldn’t do that.”
“Please, Sandra. She can’t leave until I get there.” If she does, I’m afraid I’ll never get to see her again.
Leaning back in my chair, I scrub my hands over my face in frustration. How am I going to weasel my way out of this one without confessing the truth?
Without going against everything I believe in.
I remove my seat belt and open the back door of the limousine as Damien rolls to a stop. “Do you want me to wait here, Mr Prescott?”
“Please.” I take a few steps towards my apartment building and then pause, turning to face him. “If Delilah comes down, take her anywhere she needs to go.”
“Okay,” he says, with a nod.
If it comes to that … if I’m unable to talk her into staying, I at least need the peace of mind of knowing she will get to her next destination safely. I can only pray that’s not the outcome.
When I reach my apartment, I find Sandra standing in the middle of the main room, wringing her cleaning cloth in her hands. The poor thing looks absolutely terrified .
“Oh, Mr Prescott, thank God you are here. She hasn’t come out of her bedroom yet.”
I cross the room and place my hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry for putting you in the middle of this.”
“I was worried I was going to have to restrain her,” she replies as her bottom lip quivers, and now I feel like an even bigger arsehole. “I wasn’t sure if I could do that.”
“I should’ve never asked that of you. Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off? I’ve got things from here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
The second she scurries off, I’m on the move again. I’m a man on a mission.
I remove my suit jacket and toss it over the back of the chair as I pass. My cufflinks are the next to go. I shove them into the pocket of my trousers. I’m rolling up my shirt sleeves as I stalk across the room. I feel like I’m preparing myself for combat … knowing how that feisty little spitfire gets when she is mad, I very well could be.
Amidst all the chaos that has surrounded this pint-sized blonde bombshell, I’ve discovered a profound sense of being. I’ve never been drawn to someone in such a powerful way, and it’s a stark reminder of how rich human emotions are, and how complex desire can be. Throughout my life, I’ve strived to keep my feelings in check, but since meeting Delilah, I’ve been waging an uphill battle.
Maybe it’s time I stopped fighting and gave in to the inevitable.
I knock on the door twice before reaching for the knob. I will not give her the chance to tell me to go away. Which is exactly what she does the moment I open the door, and she sees me standing there .
“Get out,” she screams, picking up the closest item of clothing to her and scrunching it into a ball. She tosses it in my direction, but it only travels about a metre before gravity takes over and it drops to the floor with a very underwhelming swoosh.
“Delilah—”
“Don’t you Delilah me, you … you lying piece of shit.”
“Let me explain,” I say, holding my hands out in front of me defensively.
“There is nothing to explain. You paid Laura a gazillion dollars to get rid of me. You made it sound like she asked to return early because she needed the money. If you wanted me gone that badly, you should have been man enough to tell me.”
“It wasn’t a gazillion dollars.”
“The actual amount is irrelevant,” she growls, shoving a few more things into her suitcase. “The intent was still there.”
“I wasn’t trying to get rid of you … I was distancing myself from you. There’s a difference.”
“Save it,” she says as she turns away from me. “I get it … I’m not wanted here.” Her words end on a hiccup and it’s like a dagger to my chest. “I’m not wanted anywhere.”
“Sweetheart.”
Her gaze snaps back to me, and when I see the tears that are now streaming down her pretty face, I feel a lump rise in my throat. Her tears are my weakness. I hate seeing her upset.
I take a step forward, but this time she raises her arm. “Don’t.”
“You’re wanted. Please believe me … you have no idea how much.” I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted this woman since the moment I first laid eyes on her .
“Hah,” she scoffs. “Please stop blowing smoke up my arse. It’s only making me feel worse.”
This time, I don’t allow her to stop me from advancing. I close the distance between us in three long strides and grasp her petite shoulders, turning her so she’s fully facing me.
“Delilah,” I plead as my eyes bore into hers, “I’m not blowing smoke up your arse. Please believe me. I didn’t move you because I didn’t want you around … I did it because you were a temptation that I was struggling to resist.”
“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?”
“It’s the truth. I’ve been fighting these feelings I have for you from the very beginning. I want you … I want you so fucking much, it’s maddening. Do you know how hard it was for me to leave you standing outside this door and walk away after the night we kissed? Every inch of me wanted to carry you to my room and bury myself so deep inside I wouldn’t know where you ended and where I began. I wanted to live out all those impure thoughts I’ve been having in real time.”
“You’ve had impure thoughts about me?”
“Yes. I’ve even jacked off to images of you in the shower.”
Her eyes widen at my last admission. “You have?”
“More than once,” I confess.
I’m not proud of the things I’ve done, but if that’s what it is going to take for her to see what I’m saying is true, or to stop her from leaving, then so be it. I’ve denied myself, this , for far too long, and finally, I’ve reached the end of my rope.
I can’t keep doing it.
I can’t lose her.
I’m all in .
My hands move from her shoulders down to her waist, tugging her closer. “I want you, Delilah,” I whisper as my mouth inches closer to hers. “I want you so damn much it hurts.”
She draws her face back as her flattened palms move up to my chest. “Spencer.”
My gaze flickers from her soft, plump lips I’m aching to kiss, up to meet her pretty blue eyes. “Yes?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’ve never been surer in my life.”
“I swear to God, if you kiss me right now and then decide tomorrow it was a mistake, I’m going to knee you in your old man balls.”
I bark out a laugh and my cock hardens, because that damn mouth of hers turns me on. “I can assure you, sweetheart, other than being a tad blue, my balls are perfectly fine.”
She pushes up onto the tip of her toes as her hands move from my chest to slide around my neck. “Kiss me, Mr Prescott,” she breathes, and I lose my last resolve.
This time, I plan on doing more than kissing.
I’m finally going to take what I want.
I’m claiming her.
I’m keeping her.
I’m going to make this woman mine once and for all.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, forgive me for what I’m about to do.
The moment my lips crash into hers, she moans into my mouth. My hands move from her waist, sliding down to that delicious, peachy arse of hers, palming those sweet cheeks.
“Fuck,” I groan as I lift her off the ground and manoeuvre her to the closest wall. The tight skirt is hindering her from wrapping her legs around my waist, so I grip that tiny split in the back—the one that’s been taunting me for weeks—and without much effort on my part, I tear it along the seam and don’t stop until I reach the resistance of the waistband.
I’m half expecting her to complain about the destruction of her clothing, but she doesn’t. Like the good girl she is, her legs move to wrap around my waist as the heels of her feet press into my arse cheeks, drawing me closer.
I’ll buy her a replacement tomorrow … I’ll buy her the damn world if she lets me.
Delilah tugs on the short strands of hair on the back of my head and deepens the kiss when I roll my hips forward, grinding against her. I need to touch her. I don’t want a repeat of last time. This time when I blow, I’m going to be buried balls deep inside her.
I manoeuvre my hand between us, and dip the tips of my fingers inside the crotch of her underwear, sliding them through her slick heat. I growl into her mouth when I feel how wet she is for me.
“Spencer,” she moans, jutting her slim hips forward, and all I can think is my name falling from her mouth in that breathy tone has never sounded sweeter.
The pad of my thumb moves up to circle her swollen nub, which causes her to whimper into my mouth. When the tip of my forefinger slips inside her snug pussy, my rock-hard cock throbs behind the zipper of my trousers. I hope I don’t embarrass myself again.
She’s so tiny I’m going to need to get her ready for me. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. Our size difference could pose a problem, but just thinking about sinking inside her tight heat has me on the verge of pre-ejaculation.
I slip my finger in deeper, moving it in a circular motion, stretching her as much as I can. When I add a second digit, she pulls out of the kiss and tilts her head back. Those pretty lips of hers part on a wanton cry. When I sink in further, scissoring my fingers and applying more pressure to her clit, she arches her back, calling out my name again.
I love how her body reacts to my touch, and I can only hope that Sandra has left because there would be no mistaking what is going on in here if she hasn’t.
It only takes a few more swipes of my thumb before I feel her inner muscles contracting around my fingers as she comes all over my hand. My balls tighten as her movements bring me closer to losing my load in my pants for a second time, because all I can picture is driving myself deep inside her as her spasms tightly constrict around my cock.
I take a step away from the wall, bringing her with me. I spy her bed cluttered with an open suitcase and most of her wardrobe before deciding to move this to my bedroom. I’m desperate to lay her out so I can devour every inch of her delectable body.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“My room.”
“Oh.”
If I have my way, we won’t be leaving it for the rest of the afternoon.