Chapter Six
The sound of the latest pop song blasting through the club as he turned down unwanted invitation to another dance for the five time in the span of thirty minutes.
Spencer had forgotten how aggressive some females were at the night clubs.
Taking a sip of his nonalcoholic drink Spencer leaned back against in the booth and kept his eyes on the entranceway.
He had already been around the club twice looking for Nicey and she wasn’t here.
He hadn’t left work early for this. Was it going to be this hard to get Nicey to open up to him?
He would give her another thirty minutes and then he was out of here.
If she really didn’t come tonight then tomorrow he would drop by her job before work and asker her out on a real date.
He wasn’t giving up, but he would try things her way instead of hers.
He wasn’t usually the type of guy who went after a woman so passionately but Nicey brought this side out of him.
All he could think about all day was how her lips would taste and the sounds she would make when he slipped his tongue in her mouth.
Or how well she would fit against his body if he held her closer and he didn’t want to wait another second to find out.
When was the last time he spent this much time trying to gain a woman’s attention?
Spencer thought about it but he couldn’t come up with anything.
The thoughts of Nicey and how good they would be together stopped him for a moment.
A movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention and he prayed what he was seeing was true.
A tall, auburn haired woman wearing a short black dress was headed in his direction.
She had a drink in her hand and didn’t look like she was going to take no for an answer.
He took a quick swallow of his drink and prepared his nerves and mind for a battle.
“I saw you from across the room and I had to come over and introduce myself before my friends saw you.” she purred taking a seat at his table without an invite from him. “I’m Shelia. What is your name? You must be new in town because I haven’t seen you here before.”
Facing Shelia a little more in the booth Spencer stared at her and tried not compare her to Nicey, but he couldn’t help it.
Shelia’s beauty was overly done with too much make-up and a dress that was a size too small for her forty year old body.
If the dress hadn’t been a bad fit he wouldn’t have been attracted to Sheila. She just wasn’t his type at all.
Yet, Nicey was naturally stunning and the light make-up she wore only bought that out and it only enhanced his attraction to her. The need to know more about her pushed his to accepted this ridiculous date idea of hers.
“Nice to meet you Sheila.” He answered trying his best to be polite when all he wanted to do was get away from her and wait for Nicey to show up. Spencer glanced back at the entrance and hoped Sheila would get the hint.
He groaned under his breath when she crossed her legs and took another drink from of her glass. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so nice to her and told her to leave the second she introduced herself.
“I still don’t know your name,” Sheila pouted leaning closer to him and then placing her cold hand on top of his.
He couldn’t believe how Sheila wasn’t getting the hint.
Hell, he wasn’t interested in a woman who hand was old as ice inside of a hot night club.
It spoke volumes about how she really was.
He could accept the cold hand if it had been the one holding the glass, but it wasn’t.
Furthermore, if he hadn’t given her his name by now why was she still asking for it?
“Shelia, I don’t want to give you the wrong signals. I’m waiting for someone.” Spencer informed his pushy guest and prayed this time she would get the hint. He watched as the shock and humiliation register on her spray on tanned complexion. He would bet that she wasn’t used to getting turned down.
“Are you sure that your date will give you want I can’t?” She flung back with a wink then licked her bottom lip for an extra impact.
As he jerked his hand back from the tactless woman sitting by him Spencer spotted Nicey coming through the door at the same time, his body hardened instantly at the sight of her body in the dark green top and jeans.
Fuck, that woman looked good and he saw how the other men in the club stopped and noticed her too.
He shoved down his jealousy and wondered would he be able to stand when she got to the table.
“Sheila, my date is here now, so you better leave and find another guy who might want you. I’m not into over aggressive women.” Spencer answered and then waved Nicey over to the booth when her eyes connected with his across the bar.
“Your loss, buddy,” Shelia hissed snatching up her drink and then stormed off in the other direction.
Spencer tugged at the crotch of his pants hoping to relieve some of the ache and then tossed the rest of his drink back regretting that he didn’t order something stronger.
He needed to extra kick to calm down the pounding of his heart.
He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about Nicey made him want to smile all the time.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” he said standing up praying she couldn’t make out his erection in the well-lit corner. He didn’t need her backing away from him before he got a sample of the luscious naturally full lips of hers.
She gave him the cutest apologetic smile that turned up the corners of her mouth and made her dark eyes sparkle.
“Sorry, I had to take care of something before I got here.” Nicey answered taking her seat and then waited for him to do the same.
“Did I interrupt something?” Her eyes wandered over his shoulder and he knew she was staring at Shelia at the bar talking to another guy.
“I saw you talking to a woman. Why did she leave? If you’re looking for a soul mate you’ve to start looking somewhere for her How do you know you aren’t going to find her here?”
Surely, Nicey wasn’t that na?ve couldn’t she tell that he wasn’t interested in meeting any other women?
The woman he wanted was sitting right in front of him as the scent of wild flowers circled around her.
He never cared for perfume in the past because his ex-girlfriends seemed to bath in it, but Nicey was wearing the perfect amount that made him want to search for the rest of it hidden on her body.
“Sheila wasn’t my type,” he replied staring at how good Nicey looked in the emerald top. He couldn’t get the idea out of his head how sexy she would look spread across his dark green comforter in his bedroom.
Nicey frowned at his comment and he loved how her nose wrinkled up from the facial expression.
“Damn it, I had pulled several photos of women who looked like her from my files thinking she was the type you wanted. Alright, tell me what your type is and I can pull new pictures and profiles tomorrow,” she said.
“I can’t help you unless you give me a good description. ”
“Darling, I’ll let you what my type is,” Spencer answered as he got up and sat down next to Nicey on her side of the booth. She quickly slid away from him and he only moved closer to her. He couldn’t wait until he saw the look on her face.
“Wonderful, that’s why I brought you here,” Nicey replied moving until her back touched the back of the seat and he was directly in front of her. She didn’t have anywhere to go and he loved it. He wanted her full attention when he told her.
Licking her lips she looked away from him and then bought her eyes back after a second or two.
“Look around the club and point out the females you find attractive. I’m not used to fixing up guys, so I’m going to need some extra help from you.
If you help me with this I know I can find her for you.
With over four hundred women’s profiles at Pamper Me I have your match in my computer. ”
Unless her profile was inside the computer then Nicey didn’t have the woman he wanted waiting for him inside that computer system, but as her words slowly started to
settle over him Spencer got pissed off.
Falling back against the cushioned seat he let Nicey’s words roll through his mind again but at a slower pace.
She had brought him here to find him a woman and that was the only reason she wanted to meet with him tonight.
Didn’t she not know he wanted her? Surely, she couldn’t deny the intense attraction that flamed up every time they were within touching distance of each other.
“None of these women in here interest me,” Spencer muttered reaching out to play with the ends of Nicey’s hair. He was taken back by how soft it was as he continued to finger it. “That why I stopped coming to these places. I want a different type of woman now.”
He tuned out the music playing around them as Nicey twisted her head away from his touch, but she didn’t try to make him move.
She just sat there and stared at him with those big brown soulful eyes of hers.
Could he wait until they left all of this noise and then kiss her or would he succumb to the need to take her right here?
Nicey was exactly the type of woman he wanted.
“Are you ready to find out what I want?”
Nicey nodded at him but didn’t say a word and it made him wonder what she was thinking. She was such a vocal person and her silence worried him. Was she finally realizing that this attraction wasn’t one sided and it was scaring her? He was about to find out.
“I want someone who can stand on her own two feet, honest, confident, and employed.” He started out giving her a little so she would ask for more.
“Is there anything else you are interested in? With such a vague description you’re making it hard for me to find you a date.” Nicey asked as she tried to put space between them but couldn’t. “What about looks wise? Certain eyes or hair color and weight is that an issue with you?”
Spencer liked how Nicey was still trying to force another kind of woman on him.
Well, he would play along with her until he grew tired of this game and he would then make his intentions know.
“Oh, I forgot about that,” he mused brushing his chest against hers.
He smiled when Nicey’s breath sped up and her eyes dropped down to his mouth.
He was ecstatic! She did want to kiss him and now all he had to do was make it happen.
“I love a woman with darker skin, eyes and a little mystery to her. I want her to have a personality that lights up the room and challenges me at every turn,” he finished then ran his finger down the opening of Nicey’s top.
“Do you think you can find a woman like that for me in your four hundred profiles?”
Nibbling at her bottom lip Nicey squirmed in her seat, “I’ll try to do the best that I can for you.”
“I don’t have any doubt in your abilities at all. I know by Valentine’s Day I’ll be with my soul mate and Pamper Me will be the place that will help me find her.”