Chapter Thirteen
“If you invited me out to dinner than something huge is on your mind,” Rishelle Damian told her before taking a bite of her Chicken with Spanish rice.
You haven’t called me in days and now you’re treating me to dinner, what is going on with you?
” Nicey pushed her half-empty plate away from her and folded her arms on the table.
If her mother was here she would get a lecture like no other about her elbows on the table.
“You make it sound like I’ve dumped you or something,” she complained.
“I’ve been busy with work and haven’t had much time to get out. ”
“You are a liar. You were just out last week at some wedding reception because I heard about it.”
“Okay. Ms. Damian. You’re right I was out last week, but it was for business not pleasure. You know I attend every wedding of the couples I match up,” Nicey said defending herself, “But I’m not here to discuss that.”
“Why did you invite me out to dinner than,” Rishelle questioned. “Was it to tell me that you finally found yourself a man?”
Looking away from Rishelle with a guilty expression she watched as a waiter two tables over filled the customers’ glass with water. She couldn’t believe she was actually thinking about going out with Spencer. He had called and left a message on her answering machine was she was in the shower.
Spencer was probably on his first date right now and could be having a wonderful time for all that she knew.
But wasn’t a promise a promise? Didn’t she agree to go out with him is he had dinner with the three women inside of the folder she left in his office.
She was so confused. Why couldn’t she figure out what she wanted from this man?
The sound of snapping fingers in her face bought her back and she moved Rishelle’s fingers out of her face. “He must be one fine looking man for you to be daydreaming about him. When do I get to meet him? What do the gossip twins think about him?”
“Gossip twins?”
“You know that I’m talking about Erika and Sarah,” Rishelle muttered.
Laughing Nicey stared at Rishelle, “You shouldn’t say that about them. I think the three of you will get along really well if you just give a little. They both did apologize for spreading that lie about you, didn’t they?” She questioned.
“Yeah, they did but only after you pressed the issue. They don’t like me because I wasn’t cut from the same cloth and raised in with a silver rattle in my hand.”
“Stop it,” Nicey giggled. “You are too much. I came here to talk about me and you switched the conversation to you. How do you do it?”
“I don’t know maybe it’s a secret skill I developed as a kid, but I’m done stealing the conversation tell me about this hottie of yours.”
“His name is Spencer. He’s like one of the most beautiful men I have ever laid eyes on with his blond hair and deep set blue eyes. I’ve been trying to fight my feelings for him, but I’m very attracted to him. He makes me want to do things,” she whispered.
“What sorta of things,” Rishelle whispered back.
“The sorta of things that you did back in college that you didn’t want your parents to find out about,” she replied.
“Oh, you want to be a bad girl. I knew you had an inner slut waiting to get out.” Rishelle giggled loudly drawing unwanted attention to their table. “Have you ripped off his clothes and had your way with him yet?”
“No, I haven’t and it won’t happen,” Nicey said trying to forget about this afternoon in Spencer’s office. If Lacey hadn’t saved her she still might be having sex with Spencer.
“Do you know that you’re a horrible lair?”
“I’m not lying. I haven’t slept with Spencer.”
“Well, you want to and you know it. Don’t feel ashamed there’s a time in every woman’s life that she wants to let go and experience the wild side of life a little while. Granted it happens to most of us during college, but you were always a late bloomer even back in high school.”
Leave it up to Rishelle to lay all her cards out on the table. “I don’t agree with that statement. I was very outgoing and popular in high school and college.”
“Nicey, there’s a difference between being a bad girl and popularity,” Rishelle sighed. “Now, tell me how you’re going to seduce this hunk into your bed. Do you want a lover by Valentine’s Day?”
She opened her mouth to say no, but the truth came rushing out. “I want one as soon as I can get Spencer to come on to me again.”
Rishelle’s opal smile stood out against her mahogany skin highlighting the dark chocolate of her eyes. “Seems like someone hasn’t had sex in a while and is ready for some loving.”
“I can’t deny that” Nicey stated. She only prayed that she didn’t fall more for Spencer than she already had.
* * * *
How long could someone talk about their cats?
Spencer thought as he glanced down at his watch for the tenth time tonight.
Colleen was absolutely stunning but if he heard about one more chew toy or how her babies slept curled up next to her in the bed he was going to scream.
They barely got dinner ordered before she pulled out that hot pink photo album that contained all four of her babies.
How was a man supposed to win her over if she slept in a bed with four cats?
Where was he going to sleep? God forbid that one of the cute little things decided to use something as a scratching post.
“I’m boring you aren’t I?” Colleen sighed shoving her album back into her purse. “It happens every time Nicey fixes me up on a date. I scare the guy off by talking about my cats, but I love them so much and I want him to know if beforehand.”
He hated that Colleen wasn’t enjoying their date, but he wasn’t into her.
He wanted to be with Nicey, but she wasn’t even trying to meet him half way.
Once Nicey gave him some kind of sign that she wanted him it would be full steam ahead.
Sure, they almost had sex in his office, but he wanted to make love to her.
Most people didn’t think it but there was a difference between the two.
“Has Nicey ever set up with anyone who loves animals as much as you?” Spencer inquired.
“Well…she did try once but he was a blue collar worker and my family would have fit if I brought someone like that home,” she replied.
“Are you trying to please your family or yourself? Sometimes you have to push your family to the side and live your own life. If I was you I would call Nicey tomorrow and see can she hook you back up with that guy.”
“I did really like him,” Colleen confessed smiling at him.
“Good,” Spencer grinned, “I think you should go for it.”
“So, are you going to see if Nicey will date you?”
“How did you know I had feelings for Nicey?”
“I’m a woman and I saw the way your eyes lit up when you mentioned her name. I think the two of you would make a beautiful couple,” Colleen exclaimed. “Nicey is so wonderful. Did you know that she treats a woman to a spa treatment the day of her wedding?”
“No, I didn’t know that,” Spencer replied as an idea came into his head. “Does she see use a certain one and get a discount or something?”
“I think it’s the one a block from Pamper Me. I think she fixed the owner up with her husband, so she gets a steal of a discount.”
“You might not be far behind that spa treatment if you get back in touch with that guy,” he mused. “Don’t let him he get away from you.”
Colleen stood up and got her purse off the back of the chair. “I think I might still have his profile at home in my drawer. Do you think it’s too late to call him tonight?”
Spencer couldn’t lie to her despite the fact he wanted to get out of this restaurant really badly. “It’s not a good idea to call a guy this late, but if his work phone is on there how about you call him tomorrow and invite him to lunch?”
“Thanks for your honesty,” Colleen grinned. “I’ll do that and I hope you get Nicey. She’s a terrific woman and deserves a good guy.” Colleen waved at him and then rushed out of the establishment.
“Yeah, I’m such a good guy that I started off our relationship with a lie.
Now, it wasn’t a big lie but a lie is still a lie,” he sighed signaling the waitress for the check.
Spencer hated not telling Nicey about his relationship to his famous sister, but he wanted her madly in love with him before he revealed his little non-important secret.