Chapter Four
Stunned speechless, Spencer thought as he watched Nicey’s succulent mouth open and close as she processed what he just told her.
He knew that he might shock her, but he didn’t think it would be this bad.
Yeah, I knocked the wind out of her sails and that isn’t the only thing I want to do with that hot body of hers.
“Are you okay?” He asked really worried because she didn’t look good. If she hadn’t already been sitting down he knew she would have fallen or passed out. Shit, he wouldn’t mind giving her mouth to mouth.
Nicey’s beautiful rich brown eyes blinked several times before she closed her mouth and then ran her hand down her face. “You’ve to be kidding me. My business isn’t for people like you.”
People like him. Did she not work with men a lot? Did she has something against blond men? He remembered all the pictures that covered the walls in the waiting area and assumed that Pamper Me catered to everyone, not one certain group or people.
“Are you saying you won’t help me because I’m white or because I’m a man?”
“Neither has anything to do with it,” she denied brushing a piece of hair away from her eye. “I just don’t think you need any help finding a woman let alone your soul mate.”
If she only knew.
“Well, you’re wrong,” Spencer continued determined to make Nicey help him so he could get to know her better. This was the only way he could think of and he wasn’t leaving her office until she agreed to help him. He could be a very persistent man when he had to be.
“Come on, we both know that guys like you don’t need any extra help to attract a woman of any race, shapes or size,” Nicey stated a slight hint of anger in her voice.
“What do you mean guys like me?” he questioned despite the fact he already thought he knew the answer. It sounded like Nicey was trying to place him in a category he didn’t want to be in.
“Gorgeous and successful the women who come to me want make-over and self-esteem classes to be able to ask men like you out on dates without the fear of being turned down.”
Who was Nicey to judge him? She didn’t know a thing about him or how easy it may or may not be for him to get a date. Or if he would turn a woman down solely because of the way she might look.
“So what I got lucky with good genetics that still doesn’t mean I don’t have a problem approaching a woman,” Spencer countered getting more pissed by the minute. He was tired of the female population thinking they knew how his mind worked.
“Are you trying to tell me that you’re shy?” Nicey laughed and the sound wiped all of the tension from his body. Yes, this was the woman he wanted to get to know better whether she knew it or not.
“I could be.”
“A shy man wouldn’t track me down and engage me in a game of word play.” she mused staring at him.
“I never said I was shy,” Spencer corrected loving how Nicey’s eyes sparked.
“I said that I could be.” He would love to be able to walk around that desk and kiss her until neither one of them could stand, but this wasn’t the time or the place.
Yet he was making a promise to himself that he would taste her before Valentine’s Day.
“You know that I’m not going to help you find your soul mate, right?” Nicey tossed out bringing a frown to his face.
Spencer hated how Nicey thought she was going to get the final say in this. He was going to get help and she was going to be the person that helped him. “I really don’t think you have much of a say in it now.”
“Yes, I can turn you down because I haven’t taken any money from you; in addition, you haven’t filled out any kind of forms for Pamper Me.”
“Darling, that’s where you are wrong. Before I came in here I filled out all the paperwork with Sarah and gave her a check. I think she was leaving to go and deposit it in the bank when I headed this away.”
“I don’t believe you,” Nicey muttered more to herself than to him, but he heard her all the same.
Spencer loved the different expressions that passed over Nicey’s face as she tried to process what he just told her.
He couldn’t believe his luck when he had asked Sarah for an application and she found an extra one in her desk.
He didn’t waste any time filling it out and giving it back to her with the check.
“Brown eyes, I have no reason to lie to you. You’re mine until you help me find my soul mate. I can’t wait to see who you’re going to set me up with.” Little did Nicey know that she was the woman he was really interested in dating.
“I’ll give your money back and the contract will be voided. I don’t need your money.” The words rushed from her mouth as she watched him from the other side of her desk.
“You can’t do that,” he responded loving the hard glare that popped into Nicey’s eyes.
“On page three about halfway down the page there’s a statement that said you’ll give every client a hundred and ten percent of you time.
” Spencer rattled off as he recalled the page clearly.
“The only way the contract can be broken is if both people agree to it. I’m not about to agree, so you better get ready to help me.
I want to find my soul mate by Valentine’s Day.
” He tossed out wanting to get a reaction from the breathtaking woman in front of him and it worked.
“Have you lost your mind?” she hissed. “I can’t get you a soul mate by Valentine’s Day.
Love doesn’t work like that. Sometimes it takes me weeks to even get the dates set up.
It a slow development of finding out each person’s likes and dislikes.
Mr. Davis I don’t think what you’re looking for is at Pamper Me. ”
Oh, but it is Brown eyes, Spencer thought as his gaze dropped down to Nicey’s full bottom lip. He wondered how long he would have to suck at it before she lost all control over her emotions.
“Spencer.”
“What?”
“Call me Spencer and not Mr. Davis.” He didn’t want to think about how he was lying to Nicey’s about who he really was, but he had to find out if he could get a woman on his own.
“Spencer, you’re a very good-looking man…..” Nicey said.
“Thank you,” he muttered cutting her off.
He was very pleased that she found him attractive, so it might not be hard as he thought to get her out on a date with him.
Spencer didn’t quite know what it was about Nicey that drew to him, but for some reason he couldn’t wait until he got to know her better.
Nicey was exactly what he was looking for: funny, smart, and smoking hot.
Ever since she brushed him off at the parking garage, Nicey had taken up a better part of his mind.
She had an air of importance about her that made him want to dig deeper.
He could place it under the need-to-known column because he was a lawyer and that part of his personality had to know things.
But then he wasn’t being honest with himself, in all honesty he wanted to get to know Nicey because she unique and tempting as hell.
Reclining back in the chair he watched her as she watched him and all the blood in his head was rushing to the lower part of his body. His erection leaped to life and he hadn’t been this hard in months without a little extra coaching from either hands or lips from a willingly woman.
“Are you scared to be alone with me?” Spencer questioned to get his mind off other things he rather be doing with Nicey.
Like stripping off the outfit she was wearing and making love to her all over the room.
Despite the tough exterior she was trying to present to him, he sensed a vulnerable side that Nicey was trying hard to keep hide.
Her dark eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Mr. .Davis, I’m not scared of you or anyone else. I just think you don’t need the services of my business.” Nicey responded folding her hands on the desk as she leaned across it. “So, do you want to tell me the real reason you played me a visit today?”
He stiffened at the question and Nicey calling him by the wrong name. She couldn’t know why he was really here. He wanted to get to know her better before he got all honest with her. All he felt now was a burning attraction and the need to act on it pushed anything else to the back of his mind.
“I’ve told you the real reason I came to Pamper Me,” he replied hating the taste of the lie on his tongue.
Was he any better than the-wanna-be actresses that lied to him to get closer to his sister?
Yes, I am because what I’m doing won’t hurt Nicey, he told himself hoping he would finally believe it.
Anyway, it wouldn’t be lying to her forever.
Drumming her manicured nails against the shiny surface of her desk Nicey moved her head to the left and then the right while her eyes raked up and down his body.
What was she looking for? Did she see something that he didn’t?
Her slow and silent appraisal was making him nervous and a little self-conscious.
“I might see what your problem is,” she muttered.
I don’t have any problems. You’ve already told me that you find me attractive.
“What kind of problems do you think I have?” he asked.
“The way you dress is a huge one,” Nicey stated moving from the desk she came to stand in front of him.
Spencer glanced down at his Ralph Lauren sweater and slacks and frowned. He looked damn good in the shade of blue and knew it. He wore it purposely to make Nicey notice him and now she was complaining about his choice in clothes. Hell, he just brought this outfit a couple of days ago.
“What wrong with what I have on?” “If you don’t know than you do need more help than I realize,” Nicey complained making his heart skip a beat as her small hands ran over his sweater.
Yes! Don’t get too excited until you know for sure she’s going to take you on. “Does that mean I’m your next make-over case?” he questioned