Chapter Ten
“Is Mr. Davis in?” Nicey asked pulling her purse strap back on her shoulders as she looked around the office Spencer worked it.
An off brown sectional front was positioned a few feet from a closed office door.
Different styles of paintings were spread out through the waiting room.
It wasn’t the homiest waiting area in the world, but it spoke of old money and she wondered how long Spencer had been working for this firm.
She had hoped to be here sooner, but she got caught up with an upset client on the phone and had to calm her down. Mindy, her client before she took on Spencer, finally found the man of her dreams but got cold feet after he proposed to her in front of his family.
Being an only child she was nervous about how she would fit in with his seven siblings and the rest of the extended family. She was more on an introvert and didn’t want to come across as cold or unfriendly towards his outgoing relatives.
It had taken a lot of talking on her part to make Mindy realize she wasn’t going to be an outsider, but an addition to a loving family that wanted to embrace her. Mindy had practically slammed the phone down in her ear to go and find Jeff.
Nicey watched the young receptionist as she stared at her like she had grown a second head. “Excuse did you hear what I said?”
“Mr. Davis?” She asked cocking her head to the side. “We don’t have anyone by that name who works here. Are you sure you have the correct firm? There’s one with a similar name about three blocks from here,” she said.
She was positive she read the name right on Spencer file. “Yes, I’m sure this is the address Spencer wrote down for me.”
“Spencer,” the name rolled from the girl’s tongue with a soft murmur. She grinned and sat up straighter in her seat. “God, I could get lost in those blue eyes of his,” the receptionist panted totally forgetting that she was standing in front of her.
“I hate to pull you from your daydream, but does that Spencer does work here on this floor?”
“Sorry about that. Let me check for you and see if he’s still in his office. The young woman grinned at her. Picking up the phone she pressed the first button and waited for an answer.
Nicey only have listened as the overly excited receptionist got Spencer on the phone. She wasn’t here on a person call. Maybe she should have let that girl know that. She was about to let anyone get the wrong idea when it came to her and her relationship with Spencer.
* * * *
Spencer let his gaze stare at the flashing light on his phone without picking it up. Didn’t he tell his new assistant that he didn’t want to be bothered, so why was she ringing his phone?
Snatching it up with his left hand he barked, “Yes, Lacey what can I do for you?”
“Spencer, good morning,” Lacey replied. “I hate to bother you, but there’s a woman her to see you.”
“Does this woman have a name?” he inquired. Spencer made a mental not to call the employment agency to get a replacement for Lacey.
“Let me ask her name,” Lacey answered. He heard talking in the background, but he couldn’t make out anything.
“Yes sir, her name is Nicey Johnson. Do you want me to send her in?”
Nicey was here! How did she find his office without his real last name? Had she come to call him the lair that he was? His mind panicked at the thought and quickly tried to think of a way to explain his actions.
“Spencer, are you there?” Lacey’s voice asked breaking into his thoughts.
He really had to have a talk with Lacey. She shouldn’t’ be calling him by his first name, but all of that could wait until after Nicey left.
“Please send Ms. Johnson in,” he answered then disconnected the call.
Standing up he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and shoved his arms through it.
Coming around his desk he was halfway to the door when Nicey walked through looking like a goddess in a long purple wrap around dress.
Her hair was brushed back from her face with a clip securing it at the back of her neck.
All of the other thoughts left his mind but one he had to kiss those lips again.
“Mr. Davis, I thought I would stop by and drop off some profiles for you to look at.” Nicey said closing the door behind her. She waved a manila envelope in his direction. “At first I thought I had the wrong place because your receptionist didn’t recognize your name. What’s wrong with her?”
“How nice of you Nicey,” he answered easing closer until the folder touched the middle of his chest. He took it from her hand and tossed it on the table beside them.
“Oh Lacey is new and is getting us to everyone’s name.
” Spencer lied praying that Nicey believe, so he started a new topic to get her off the old one.
“What do I need to do so you’ll stop calling me Mr. Davis?” Spencer asked as he advanced towards Nicey and she took a step back. “I thought that kiss we shared last night had shoved us up past that stage in our relationship.”
“That kiss was a mistake and it won’t be repeated. The folder you flung on the table contains four possible matches for you.” Nicey exclaimed wishing she could hold her ground against him.
“Do you know how sexy you get when you try to deny this attraction between us,” he questioned. “It turns me on and makes me want to prove you wrong.”
A twinkle came into Nicey’s eyes as she stared up at him. Only one more step and he would be able to feel her breasts against his chest.
“You don’t know how to quit do you?”
“Not when it comes to something I want as bad as I want you,” Spencer confessed before he closed the distance between them. He gently kissed her bottom lip and then he licked it before taking the entire lip into his mouth.
Slipping his hand behind Nicey’s neck, he sucked at the full bottom lip like a baby with a pacifier. He didn’t ever want to know what she didn’t taste like. He nibbled and teased at her mouth a little longer and then ended the kiss.
“What were you saying about our first kiss being a mistake?”
Falling back against the door Nicey pressed her hand to her mouth and gazed up at him with such desire in her eyes he almost kissed her again. She dropped her hand away from her mouth and rested it against the door. “I can’t let you let you kiss me again. You need to stop doing that.”
“Why? I like the way you taste,” Spencer professed. He planted his hand above Nicey’s head and leaned his body into hers. “Are you saying you don’t like when I sample your sweetness?”
“No…” she stammered. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” Nicey answered staring at his mouth. “I’m here to help you find a mate.”
“What if I want you as my mate,” he questioned nibbling at her neck. “How do you know that we aren’t meant to be together?”
Moaning, Nicey turned her head and gave him better access to her neck. “You aren’t supposed to be touching me like this,” she panted placing her hand in the middle of his chest shoving him away.
Stepping back he slipped his hands into the front pockets of his slacks, “Are you always this difficult to get to know or is it just me?” Spencer wasn’t about to give up on the delicious treat in front of him. He wanted a Valentine’s Day present this year and it was going to be Nicey Johnson.
“It isn’t you or me,” she corrected. “You came to me for help and I’m going to give it to you.”
“By agreeing to a date with me,” he tossed out then winked. Spencer loved how Nicey’s stunning face spilt into a wide grin that added a spark to her dark eyes and made his body even harder than it already was.
“You’re a charming man, but I’m not interested in dating anyone,” Nicey answered.
“Are you getting out of a bad relationship?” he asked.
“No.”
“Do you have a time period between relationships?”
She rolled her eyes and moved away from the door over to the file on the table. “No, I don’t have a time period between when I date men.”
“Wonderful, so when can I pick you up for our date?”
“The only dates you are going on are with the ladies in this file,” Nicey answered picking up the folder again. “I think I’ve found the perfect mates for you. All you have to do is make the dates and show up.”
“Are you inside that folder?” Spencer questioned looking at how well the dress hugged Nicey’s breasts. He couldn’t wait until he saw her naked in his house.
“You know that I’m not. I’ve already told you that I don’t date my clients,” Nicey sighed waving the profiles at him.
He wasn’t getting anywhere this away with Nicey. She wasn’t about to budge, so he had to go a different route with her. “How about we make a deal?”
“No, I’m making any kind of deals with you,” she answered.
Spencer loved the challenge in her dark eyes as they stared up at him without blinking. He thought it added to the chase even more and he was all about winning any challenge tossed in his direction. “Are you scared that you wouldn’t be able to handle it?”
For a long moment, she looked at him with an expression that he couldn’t read and then she finally answered him. “I’m not scared of anything and I don’t like you implying that I am.”
“Good, so if I tossed a little challenge your way you would be able to handle it with no questions asked,” he continued baiting Nicey into his plan even more.
“What kind of challenge are you talking about?”
“If I agree to go out with the women in these files you have to also go out on that many dates with me,” he exclaimed, “and on theses dates we won’t discuss anything about the other women. They all will be getting to know you dates.”
Her eyes roamed over his body making him very aware that they were the only two people in the room and how badly he wanted to kiss her again among other things.
Was she going to turn him down or take the deal like he hoped?
He wasn’t a patient man and standing here waiting for her answer was killing him.
He would live up to his end of the deal only if she lived up to hers.
“You’ll give each of the women a fair chance because they’re looking for their soul mate and I can’t let you give Pamper Me a bad name.”
He winked at Nicey. “They won’t ever forget that they had been on a date with me. I’ll treat with respect and kindness. So, does that mean your answer is yes?” Come on say it.
“I guess I’ll have to agree, but you’ve to agree to one last term on my part,” Nicey smirked.
Spencer didn’t like how her eyes danced with excitement. What was she up to now? She couldn’t toss something out to him this late after they were almost about to sign the dotted line.
“What is your last term?” he muttered waiting for an answer that he hoped he could say yes to.
“You can’t wear any of those stuffy dull suits on any of your dates.
I’ve already told you how they can be intimidating to some females.
I want you to be dressed down for these dates.
I’m not saying jeans and a t-shirt, but lose the tie and jacket.
You’re already a good-looking man, so stop showing off by wearing all the expensive clothing all the time. ”
“You think I’m good-looking,” Spencer asked as he took off his jacket and tossed into a chair by the table.
Nicey eyes grew larger inside her oval face and she ran the tip of her tongue across her top lip. “What in the world are you doing?” She whispered looking at his hands as he undid his tie and added it to his jacket.
“I’m getting rid of the stuffy clothing like you requested,” he replied taking the file from her and tossing it down. “I don’t want to come across as dull when you’re in the room with me.”
“Listen, I wasn’t saying that you need to strip down right here,” she said stepping back from him. “What if someone comes in?”
“I never get bothered when my door is closed,” Spencer answered taking off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor behind him. “I’m a very busy man and my co-workers know better than to knock unless it’s an emergency.”
“Omigod,” Nicey gasped. “Your body is amazing,” she whispered as her hand reached out to touch his chest before she jerked her hand back.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispered. “I work out with a trainer to get this six-pack.” Spencer kept moving forward until Nicey the back of her legs hit the chair behind her.
“Why don’t you stay for a little while?” He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle push making her fall into the seat.
Bracing his hands on the arms he boxed her in with his larger body.
“I can’t I really need to leave,” she whispered as her hand trailed down the middle of his chest.
Spencer groaned as his cock stirred to attention making the confines of his fitted slacks even tighter. “Since you’re touching me does that mean I get to touch you too?” He removed his left hand off the arm of the chair and cupped Nicey’s breast stroking his thumb over the hard nipple.