Chapter Fourteen
Nicey smiled as the sounds of the American Idol winner Fantasia hit her ears the second she walked into her job the next morning.
Rishelle begged her to stay late, but she said no and headed home around eleven o’clock.
She had to reorganize her files and go over the new profiles that Sarah emailed her yesterday afternoon.
“You are so bad when it comes to American Idol,” she laughed fixing herself a cup of coffee. “Weren’t you listening to Ruben the other day?”
Sarah turned down the music and grinned at her. “Yeah, I like AI and so do you.”
“Not a much as you do,” Nicey laughed then started in the direction of her office when the front door opened and the object of her fantasies walked in carrying a white bag.
“Mr….” Nicey started to say until a hard glare stopped her. “Spencer, what a surprise, I wasn’t expecting to see you today. Did we have an appointment that I forgot about?” She wondered was her voice as calm as she thought because her heart was beating a mile a minute.
Spencer had ditched his usually stuffy suits for a pair of well- worn jeans with a hole in the knee, a light blue sweater and a black leather jacket.
In one word he looked –yummy. Was she staring at him with her mouth open?
She quickly licked her lips and then took a sip of her coffee, but she didn’t miss how Spencer’s eyes dropped to her mouth and then moved back up to her eyes.
“No, I didn’t have to work today and I decided to stop by with a present.”
“Present?” she frowned. “It isn’t my birthday.”
Spencer glanced over at Sarah and then back at her. “If you don’t mind I rather give it to you in your office.”
Nicey moved towards her office knowing Spencer would follow. “Sarah, if I get any phone calls, please take a message.”
“I sure will, boss.” Sarah laughed right before Fantasia’s voice filled the office again.
Opening her office door Nicey stepped back and let Spencer walk in ahead of her which gave her a chance to check out his ass in those jeans. Her body heated up another degree as she liked what she saw. Spencer really knew how to wear denim.
“So, let me ask you again, Spencer, why are you bringing me a gift.” she asked closing the door behind her. Going around her desk she placed her coffee cup on the warmer and gestured for Spencer to take a seat in front of her desk.
Nicey couldn’t help but notice how the front of the jeans cupped Spencer quite well too. She could never forget the look on his face as he was about to thrust into a second before Lacey interrupted them. She massaged her temple and tried to get rid of the memory, but it refused to leave.
“I think I owe you something,” he murmured leaning forward in his seat Spencer placed the medium sized bag directly in front of her.
“Aren’t you going to give me a hint?” Nicey asked as grinned spread across her face. She loved getting gifts.
“Read the card,” Spencer answered.
Nicey pulled out the yellow envelope and tore it open. A picture of a filled bathtub with candles around it was on the front; she flipped it open and read Spencer’s handwriting.
Maybe after I remove them this time you’ll let me pamper you.
Spencer
Tossing the card on the desk she glanced at the sexy hunk in front of her as her hand reached into the bag. Her fingers brushed across something smooth and silky then she pulled out the items.
“What in the….” she gasped a pair of underwear dropped out of her hand down on the desk. They were white with little red bows at the side. She had never owned anything like them. “Why are you bringing underwear to my place of business?”
“To replace the ones I took off of you at my job. I know they are the right size because I checked your old underwear before I purchased them,” Spencer asked.
He got up from the chair and came around the side of the desk.
“Those aren’t the only ones in there.” Picking up the bag, he dumped out close to twenty pair of different styles of panties all of them more beautiful than the first pair.
Nicey loved how feminine all of the lingerie was and how Spencer took time out of his day to do this for her, but it was an intimate act that shouldn’t have been done. “I can’t accept these,” she whispered trailing her fingertips over them. “This is a very personal gift.”
“I know it is that’s why I did it,” Spencer answered then kissed the side of her neck. “Do you know what pair I want you to wear on our date tonight?”
“We aren’t going out tonight.”
“Yes we are,” he corrected. “I went out with Colleen last night and I get a date with you tonight.”
A flash of jealousy sparked inside of Nicey’s that she wasn’t used to. Spencer was out without another woman last night after they almost had sex. “What did you do on your date with her?” She questioned turning her head away missing the smug smile that crossed over Spencer’s face.
“She showed me picture albums of her cats and I was bored out of my mind. All I thought about was how you looked in my office half-naked and the way your body ready for mine,” he breathed by the side of her ear.
“We came so close,” she murmured spinning around to face Spencer. “If Lacey hadn’t…..” Nicey trailed off.
“I would have known how it felt to be wrapped in that wonderful body of yours.”
Her heart danced with excitement because every time Spencer came within ten feet of her, the pull was stronger than before. “I wanted that too,” she admitted against her better judgment. “But we can’t let it happen.”
He glared at her, frowning. “How can you tell me that you want me and in the same breath say it’s a bad thing?”
It was hard to remain coherent when she was so close to him, but she had to keep her mind focused. “Spencer…you came to me to help you find a perfect match for you. We don’t have anything in common. We are totally opposites.”
His blue eyes held hers in a stare that seemed to go on for hours, but actually it was only moments. Taking his hands he rubbed them up and down her arms, “Haven’t you ever heard that opposites attract?”
“Yes…but.”
“But…. what?” Spencer tossed at her.
“But that isn’t us. You just have a crush on me.”
His voice stammered. “Woman…I’m too old to have a crush and I know the different. I want to have a relationship with you.”
A war of emotions raged inside of Nicey. She would love to date Spencer and fall into the routine that couples do. Could she chance it? She had been alone for so long that she wasn’t ready to venture out of her little cocoon. Why get hurt when she didn’t have to?
“Nicey…stop thinking so hard and say yes unless you want me to go out with those other two women in that folder. Do I have to make you jealous again for you to figure out that you want me too,” he threatened.
“I wasn’t jealous,” she lied pressing a finger into Spencer’s hard chest.
“Yes…. you were and I found it very sexy. There’s nothing wrong with having emotions and feelings for me. I know I sure in the hell have them for you.”
She was actually thinking about dating one of her clients. What happened to the level-headed woman that started this business? Back then she would never have thought about doing the things she wanted to do with Spencer, but it felt so darn good being spontaneous.
“All right, I’ll consider going out with you on a couple of dates,” Nicey replied, but it can’t interfere with my work.
“How will I interfere with you work,” Spencer questioned rubbing his nose underneath her ear. “Does your mind wander to me during the day? Or do you hope that when your door opens it will be me on the other side?”
Moaning, Nicey slipped her arms around Spencer’s shoulder and pressed his chiseled body against her. She wondered how long it would be until she got to see it naked again.
“Hey, let me go and lock the door and you’ll be able to see me naked in two minutes,” Spencer said by her ear. “Are you game?” Gasping she leaned back and looked at Spencer. “Please tell me that I didn’t say that out loud?”
“Sorry, honey I can’t and I loved that you want to see me naked. Do I get to undress you first?”
Long fingers started to undo the buttons on her shirt and it was almost past her bra when her common sense kicked in. Nicey swatted Spencer’s fingers away from her and fixed her blouse. “No, we can’t lose control at the office again. I might have a client that will walk in at any moment.”
“That why we’ll lock the door,” Spencer said reaching for her shirt again.
Laughing, Nicey planted a kiss on his mouth and then pushed him back from her body so she could stand up. “You are too crazy. I’m not going to lock the door. I’m going to open it and you’re going to leave and enjoy your day off. Call me later about the details for our first real “date.”
She went past Spencer only to be pulled back to his warm solid chest. “You’re going to have the best time tonight,” he promised and then kissed her softly on the mouth.
Giving herself completely to the passion of the kiss, Nicey felt the heady sensation of desire as it took over her body and the masculinity of him made her glad to be a woman.
* * * *
He was powerless to keep his body for springing to life when Nicey’s small hands shoved themselves into his hair and her tongue licked at the corner of his mouth.
Her invitation was a silent passionate challenge that was hard from him to resist. Yet, he did the right thing and gently moved her away from him.
Nicey blinked as she swayed back towards him. Her luscious mouth swollen from his kisses. “Why did you stop?”
“If you don’t want a repeat of yesterday but with a different ending you’ll let me leave,” Spencer asked staring down into a face he was starting to care about. “Anyway you need to clear up all of those underwear off your desk.”
“Shit,” Nicey cursed spinning around she rushed back over to her desk.
“I’ll call you later about dinner,” Spencer yelled as he hurried out the door with a smile on his face the size of Texas.