Chapter Three
Why are you acting like you have never approached a woman before? Spencer stood outside of Nicey’s business and wondered how to introduce himself this time and not scare her off. The last time they met didn’t end too well with her driving away leaving him in a cloud of dust.
However, this was a brand new day and he wasn’t about to let her get away this time without securing a date.
Hell, it could be breakfast, lunch or dinner as long as it was a date.
He stayed up half the night thinking of different ways to ask her out, but none of them came across sincerely enough since they were strangers.
But he wasn’t going to let that stop him.
Nicey had attracted him from first glance and he wanted to see how far things could go between them. Plus the best thing about her as far as he knew was she wasn’t an inspiring actress and wanted him because of his sister’s connections.
Squaring his shoulders he blew out a deep breath and went inside the building ready for round two with the alluring woman from the parking garage.
After the door closed behind him, he paused and stared up at the images of interracial smiling couples that hung on the walls with message written beside each portrait.
There were a few photos on the walls that weren’t of an interracial pairing but the majority of them were.
Spencer strolled around the room taking in how relaxing the atmosphere was, it made him want to stay and get to know anyone who came here better. Over in the corner by a window there was a box of donuts and a coffee pot.
An assortment of potted pots were spread across the windowsills drawing his attention to how it blended in very well with the off-white furniture that was placed back against the wall so the walking space was much longer for when a person came through the doors.
Nicey had a comfortable yet homey workplace for herself and he couldn’t wait until he got to see the woman herself.
“Good morning, Sir, how may I help you?”
Turning away from the picture, he smiled at a young African American woman as she came out a door and then closed it behind her. If he guessed right she had to be around twenty-five years old, but she wasn’t as stunning as Nicey.
He took a quick glimpse of her nametag as she came closer to him and replied. “Sarah, is Nicey Johnson here today? I would like to speak with her.”
Sarah’s eyes widened like he had asked her for a million dollars. “You’re here to see Nicey?” she choked out.
Was she not here? Was there a reason he couldn’t see her today? “Yes, I am,” he answered. “Is she not here? I can come back later on or tomorrow if I have too.”
“No,” she replied shaking her head. “Nicey’s is in her office, let me go and get her. Please have a seat.” Sarah waved at the loveseat behind him before she took off down the long hallway by the first wall of pictures.
Spencer stared after Sarah one last time and wondered how she was going to tell Nicey about him.
From the way Nicey was wary towards him last night he doubted she would be happy to see him thing morning.
Walking back over to the love seat he sat down on the plush cushions.
Noticing a pamphlet on the table beside he picked it up and stared to flip through it.
He had to kill some time until Nicey came.
The words in italics on the left hand side caught his attention and held it.
Are you tired of waiting for your soul mate?
Have you tried everything and you still aren’t attracting the person of your dreams? Come to Pamper Me and we’ll help you achieve your wildest dreams.
Pamper Me is more than a make-over spa, it will help you build up you confidence over several weeks and you’ll be able to talk to any available person in the room. You’ll have them eating out the palm of your hand.
Founder and owner Nicey Johnson will personally work with you over a course of several weeks to build up your self-esteem. She’ll turn you into that person you’ve always desired to be.
Spencer quickly scanned the rest of the pamphlet and grinned as an idea came into his head. He had finally found a way to be around Nicey without her being able to run away from him.
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“Where have you been keeping that eye candy hid?” Sarah yelled as she ran into Nicey’s spacious office.
Intelligent russet eyes glanced away from the flat screen monitor located at the side of the desk as Nicey frowned at her friend. “Sarah, what are you talking about? What has gotten you so excited this early in the morning?”
She looked at the clock above the door and then back at Sarah. “It’s too early for the UPS man, so you have some new eye candy taking his place?”
Nicey loved how Sarah still got excited over an attractive man despite the fact she already had a nice-looking husband that was head-over-heels in love with her.
“The UPS guy doesn’t come until tomorrow, but that isn’t the eye candy I’m referring,” Sarah whispered peeking over her shoulder back at the waiting room. “There’s a guy here to see you and he could give any All American male a run for his money.” Sarah sighed fanning her face with her hand.
Pushing her chair back, Nicey stood up and moved around her desk.
“Are you saying there’s a guy up front waiting to see me?
” She wasn’t used to getting too many guys here.
Ninety-five percent of her clients were females and the five percent of the guys that did come in it was to get information for a woman in their family.
“No, he isn’t a guy,” she reprimanded. “He’s all male plus some,” Sarah corrected shaking her head at her. “When you see him you’ll know what I mean. Maybe you’ll luck out and he’s looking for a date and you can hook up with him yourself.”
Laughing, Nicey shook her head at Sarah’s silliness when it came to an attractive man, sometimes her partner forgot she was a married woman now and shouldn’t be drooling over any other man but her husband.
Sarah was really lucky that her husband knew that she was in love with him and only him or she might have a problem on her hands.
Yet, she was more than a little astounded that a guy was here to see her.
A large percentage of her clients that came to see her consisted of women looking for love.
She didn’t have a problem working with men.
A part of her thought men found love easier than women.
But it didn’t matter she would give men the same one-on-one treatment she gave to her female patrons.
Why was she letting this mystery man worry her?
If anything he was probably here for some of the promotional packets she gave out to local business and shelters.
Going over to the cabinet at the far side of the room, Nicey pulled out the introduction packets she usually gave out as to the different organizations around town.
“Give me a few minutes to get everything together and then send him on back. Are you sure he didn’t tell you what he wanted with me?
” Nicey inquired as she continued over to the stack of papers on the stand towards the right side of her desk.
She grabbed a couple of them and shoved them into the packets.
“Okay, I’ll send him back, but let me warn you he’s sexy as hell,” Sarah sighed then hurried from the room leaving her alone with her thoughts.
“I don’t care how attractive this guy is I’m going to give him this information and then send him on his way,” Nicey muttered under her breath.
She retook her seat behind her desk and resumed working on the new web design for the Pamper Me website, because she got almost seventy-five percent of her customers from internet searches.
It had to be eye-catching, fun, creative, and sexy at all the same time which wasn’t an effortless thing to do with the deadline she created for herself.
Scrolling the mouse down to the left side of the screen she read the introduction statement before moving on. Everything was coming along with the upgrade and the host server wasn’t making the background a shade darker than it should be.
It had taken her almost two weeks to make the host server understand the direction she wanted her website to go in. By this time next year she should be able to hire a third person to break up the long hours that she and Sarah usually worked.
Clicking on the webpage, Nicey went through all the steps she needed to start a new link for her site when the fresh scent of outdoors mingled with cologne stirred her senses making her instantly think of the man from the parking garage.
“I love watching a pretty woman work,” a deep well cultured voice confessed from the open doorway.
Tiny electrical shots raced through her body as her eyes swung over to her left as she spotted the reason she had the hardest time falling to sleep last night. “YOU,” Nicey gasped. Never in a million years would she have guessed he was the hunk Sarah was drooling over.
“How did you find out where I worked?” she whispered. Nicey stared at how the dark blue sweater stretched across his chest and made his blond hair even stand out more in the bright light of the room.
A masculine smile turned up the corners of his firm and very kissable mouth. “Wouldn’t you rather know my name since I know yours is Nicey Johnson? It would put us on equal footing, but if you would rather play twenty questions I don’t mind that either.”
Muttering under her breath, Nicey cursed her bad questioning skills and rushed on, “Fine, what is your name and why are you stalking me?” Why did this guy make her lose her train of thought?
Her mind had turned to mush the second she saw it was the guy from last night.
“My name is Spencer….,” he paused. “Spencer Davis and I’m not stalking you.
I only wanted to get to know you better and since I scared you last night.
I thought it would be better to introduce myself during the day time. What do you think about that?”
Dark blue eyes penetrated the distance between them with such passion that she squirmed in her seat, Nicey wondered what this guy’s sex appeal phased her more than any other man.
Without waiting for her to answer Spencer came into her office immediately making it smaller and her more aware of him then she wanted to be, it almost made her forget how she wanted to know how Spencer found her place of employment.
“Do you mind if I have a seat?” Blue eyes held her immobilized as Spencer stood in front of her waiting for her to answer him.
Nicey wanted to say no and give Spencer Davis his walking papers, but he didn’t come across like a man who liked hearing the word no or took orders all that well. What would it hurt if he took a seat? It wasn’t like he was going to be staying for a long time.
“You can only take a seat if you’re going to answer my other question from earlier. If not, I think it’s best you leave and forgot you know my name.”
Her pulse leaped in her throat as Spencer’s eyes started at her mouth before his tongue licked his lips.
“Nicey, that isn’t going to happen, so I’m going to accept you offer to have a seat.
” Coming around the chair, Spencer sat his six-foot plus frame down in her chair and swept his eyes over her body before settling back against the seat.
“Well?” She asked arching an eyebrow in Spencer’s direction.
“Well what,” he tossed back crossed one leg over the other.
“Don’t play with me. Why are you stalking me?” she accused.
“Darling, I’m not stalking you at all,” he corrected drumming his fingers against the arms of the chair he was sitting in looking way to sexy for his own.
She couldn’t get over how she was attracted to this man she knew less than twenty-four hours. Erika would be on cloud nine and eager to invite Spencer over for dinner.
“Then why did you find a way to track me down after I told you to stay away from me last night,” she flung back.
“What makes you think I was looking for you?” he grinned.
“You asked Sarah was I here,” she frowned wondering what Spencer was up to.
“Yes, I did ask Sarah were you here, but not for the reasons you’re thinking,” Spencer responded leaning forward exposing a light dusting of golden-brown chest hair through the small V-opening in his sweater.
Calm down and stop lusting. “Then why don’t you enlighten me,” Nicey exclaimed, “so what exactly do you want from me.”
Flashing a devilishly grin Spencer said, “I want you and Pamper Me to help me find my soul mate by Valentine’s Day.”