Chapter Seven
This was such a bad idea. He wasn’t falling for any of the half-dressed woman dancing around them.
She thought for sure he would find someone here and leave with them and then she would be off the hook.
Spencer was too much for her. He tended to be charming, charismatic and very determined in making his fascination for her known.
Why couldn’t he understand she wasn’t on the list of possible dates for him?
She was the owner of her business, not a potential client.
“Yes, I think I might have a few possibilities for you.” Placing her hand in the middle of Spencer’s chest she tried to ignore how rock hard it was and pushed him away from her. She wouldn’t and couldn’t let him seduce her. “By the way, what are you wearing?”
Spencer finally got the hint and slid back from her body, but not too far. She still felt his undeniable heat in her personal space and if she was honest with herself it wasn’t all that bad.
“What do you mean? What’s wrong with what I have on?” He asked glancing down at his name brand suit. “This is a two thousand dollar suit.”
Shaking her head Nicey realized that Spencer honestly didn’t know the picture he was tossing out there.
“Mr. Davis, that’s the problem. You’re at a night club wearing a suit that probably cost more than have the people make socializing in here.
I wanted you to come dressed in some relaxed clothes, so I could evaluate how women approached you. ”
Despite how the lights seemed to have gotten darker all of the sudden she still saw Spencer’s eyebrows slanted down into a scowl. “Shouldn’t this suit have the women flocking to me? It shows how successful I am. Aren’t half of these women in here looking for a man?”
Did he really just say those words to her? He really was clueless to the way a woman’s mind worked.
“Mr. Davis,” she began.
“Spencer.” He corrected in a low voice so she had to lean in to hear him over the music. “I’m not my father.”
“I don’t think I should do that we need to keep a personal relationship,” Nicey stated. God why couldn’t she think about any other thing but kissing those firm and sensual lips? Spencer was a danger that she had been trying to avoid must of her well-planned life.
“Are you sure?” he whispered brushing his lips over hers like he had read her mind.
A light tingle of exhilaration worked its way into her blood stream and she ended the kiss before she made a fool of herself inside the club. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“I think we could become much more than a business agreement or a signature on a dotted line, don’t you Miss Johnson?
” Then his lips recaptured hers, more demanding this time.
She didn’t have a clue how to utter a word before Spencer had her pressed back against the seat and his tongue was in her mouth.
The kiss went back and forth between them as they the club goers danced and ordered drinks around them.
Nicey knew this was so wrong on some many levels but she couldn’t stop from wrapping her arms around Spencer’s neck and getting into the kiss.
None of it mattered as she learned how Spencer wanted her to kiss him back.
“Would the two of you like to order something or rent a room across the street,” an angry voice cut in.
Breaking away from him, Nicey pressed her fingers to her swollen lips as her eyes darted up to Spencer’s peacock eyes and gasped at the desire she witness there. “I can’t do this,” she muttered sliding out of the booth.
“Nicey, wait,” Spencer yelled grabbing her by the arm. “Don’t leave.”
“I can’t stay here,” she exclaimed shaking off his touch and then she darted past the waitress that was standing at the edge of their booth.
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The cold night air wasn’t registering in her brain as Nicey ran out of the club to the parked car at the end of the building.
How could she let Spencer kiss her like that in a club full of people?
Sure she hadn’t been touched or kissed by a man in a long time especially one as fine as Spencer Davis, but that still wasn’t an excuse for what she let happened.
She had a name to keep and it wouldn’t be worth anything if her behavior got back to her clients.
She was halfway to her car when a hand wrapped around her arm and spun her back around. Before she could utter a word Spencer’s mouth crashed back down on hers, he kissed her thoroughly and then stepped back leaving her gasping for air.
He ran his tongue over his mouth like he was sealing the taste of her inside. She had never seen anything hotter than that in her whole life. “Thank you for the date. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Spencer winked at her and then walked back in the direction of his Jaguar.
Falling back against her cold car door Nicey traced her swollen bottom lip for a second time that night as Spencer drove past her in his car. She hated the way her eyes followed the fading taillights.
“I won’t fall for you. Nothing good will come of it. We are both from different worlds,” she whispered into the night.