Chapter Fifteen
“I’m always sharing you with someone, so I’ve come up with the perfect place for us to have dinner tonight,” Spencer whispered in her ear sending the familiar tingling shooting through her body. “It’s quiet and out of the way. I know no one will bother us there.”
Swiveling around in the chair Nicey placed the phone under her shoulder more and stared out the windows of her office. The people of the outside couldn’t see in but she could see them and she liked it that away.
“You haven’t shared with me anyone,” she denied.
“Yes, I have,” Spencer deep voice countered. “I’m sharing you with all your clients, Sarah, and anyone else who decides they need a piece of your time.”
“I’m a working woman with responsibilities.”
She heard Spencer’s sigh on the other end of the phone. “I know that and I find that so sexy about you, but I want us to have some alone time. Don’t you want the same thing? I want to be able to kiss you and run my hands over your smooth skin without wondering if someone is going to bust in on us.”
Why did he have to say things like that to her? “You know how much my body loves your touch,” she murmured.
A short silence followed after Nicey confessed her attraction to Spencer and she was worried that she might have said too much. What was he thinking?
“I’m glad your body loves my touch. I know my body gets a little harder every time I come within touching distance of you,” his voice dropped another notch as he continued. “Do you know how much I rather be somewhere else with you right now?”
“We can’t,” she exclaimed. “You have work to do and so do I. We will see each other later on tonight.”
“What if I can’t wait that long until I see you,” he questioned. “I’m in a need of a fix.”
“A fix?”
“Yes, I’ve become quite fond of the way you taste and I want another sample. Can I come back over there or would you rather stop by here? I can send Lacey out of a long lunch,” he suggested in a husky whisper.
YES……her mind screamed at her and the words were almost out of her mouth, but her old ways set in and stopped her.
“Mr. Davis, stop trying to be a bad influence on me. I’ve two appointments already set up through my lunch so I can’t go anywhere.
You better stay good, or I might not be able to keep our date tonight. ”
“Nicey, you aren’t dating my father,” Spencer growled in her ear. “Do you want me to come over there and prove it to you?”
She giggled at the teasing threat in her man’s voice. Her man? Yeah, Spencer was becoming her man at rather a fast pace and it wasn’t scaring the hell out of her.
“Can I take your silence as a yes?”
“No, don’t come over,” Nicey said in a rush. “I won’t be able to get a thing done.”
“Baby, what was my plan,” Spencer chuckled. “However I do have an important meeting in ten minutes, so I better go off this phone and get my body back under control.”
“Wait,” Nicey shouted.
“What is it?”
“You didn’t tell me where we are going to have dinner.”
“My house,” he answered. “and don’t worry I already know your address.” Spencer hung up quickly before she could stop him.
The phone dropped back down in its cradle and the words spoken moment ago settled into her mind.
Dinner at Spencer’s sounded delicious and sinful all in the same breath, but she was a tad bit nervous too.
Would he expect a repeat of what happened in his office?
She didn’t usually let her emotions rule her like that, but anytime that blond hunk came near her all she thought about was soft music and stain sheets.
Whenever they were near each other all thoughts of staying strong flew from her mind replaced with different ways of getting Spencer into her bed. Erika had told her a few weeks back that she needed to get laid and her body was agreeing with that suggestion now.
If she wasn’t careful she could fall in love with Spencer and it was more than his obvious good looks that was drawing her.
He had shown her shown such respect and he always asked her opinion without even knowing it.
With each passing moment that she spent around him she sensed this unreal bonding between them.
All of this was so new to her because in her past relationship she had always been the giver and her ex’s took and took until she was sucked dry.
That’s why she wasn’t so eager to get involved the Spencer.
At first she was taken back his unbelievable looks and thought of him as a playboy.
But during these past couple of weeks he had shown her there was more to him than a handsome face.
She still wanted to take things one day at a time but she was more than willing to accept dates from Spencer now than she was the first time he asked her out.
They were just in the beginning of their relationship but they weren’t falling into any of the usual couple traps like most people: Communication, trust and arguments.
He never had a problem telling her what he thought in any conversation he had with her. Everything was so new and fresh that her trusting him wasn’t an issue and Spencer didn’t come across like the argumentative type at all.
Dropping her elbow down on her desk, Nicey thought about the clothes she had in her closet and what she should wear on her date tonight. Spencer hadn’t mentioned if he wanted her to dress up or down.
“Do I have to ask who you’re thinking about,” Sarah teased coming into her office with a bag paper bag in her hand. A delicious order filled the room causing her stomach to growl making her realize how hungry she was.
“Did you bring me lunch or are you going to share yours with me.” She sat sitting up straighter in her chair.
Sarah sat the bag on her desk and then folded her arms under her breasts. “That isn’t from me. A delivery boy just dropped it off. I’ll give you three guesses who sent that.”
Nicey stopped a note stapled to the front of the bag. “Did you read my note?” Sarah wasn’t usually the nosey type that read her mail. Why would she start betraying her trust now?
“Didn’t have to ask who else would send it besides your Spencer,” Sarah laughed.
“He isn’t my Spencer,” Nicey amended taking the note off the bag. Tearing if open she read it.
Hated to think you were skipping lunch.
Hope you like Turkey with melted Swiss.
See you tonight beautiful and wear something causal.
Spencer
She could keep the smile off her face as she pulled the food out the bag and spread it across her desk. He was just so perfect! She loved Turkey with Swiss. This was the second surprise that Spencer had given her today and she loved all of the attention.
“Guess I was right,” Sarah smirked.
“Aren’t you running late for a lunch date with your husband,” she told her coworker.
“All right I’m leaving but I want to be filled in on everything when I get back.” Sarah said as she headed to the door. “Your one o’clock called and cancel so you don’t have another interview until two thirty.” Sarah waved goodbye her and then left alone with her food and thoughts of Spencer.
* * * *
Standing in front of the mirror by her front door Nicey checked out her outfit one last time and smiled at the picture that she presented.
The jet-black form fitting sweater showed off her shape without being overly seductive and the extra money she spent of the hip hugger jeans were worth every penny.
At the last minute she decided to brush her hair back from her face and allow it to tease the back of her neck.
Silver hoop earrings with stars dangling from the center matched the bracelet on her arm and the necklace around her neck.
The set had been a thank you gift from one of her pleased customers last year.
All in all she thought that she was a very cute picture.
She wasn’t offering anything more than a fun first date to Spencer.
The ringing of the doorbell had her making a beeline for the door, but halfway there Nicey stopped and got herself under control. Pausing in front of the door she ran her sweaty palms over her jeans. Blowing out a deep breath she opened the door with a smile but it was replaced by a frown.
“Do I know you,” she asked the man standing on her doorstep.
“Ms. Johnson,” he smiled.
“Yes.”
“Mr. Davis sent me to pick you up for your date.” He stepped back and pointed at the car parked at the curb.
Looking over the man shoulder’s she gasped at the limousine parked at the side of the street in front of her house, “Are you serious?” Sure she rented limousine all the time for her special clients but never for herself. This was just too good to be true.
“Yes ma’am I am. Mr. Davis was talking a phone call at home or he would have picked you up himself. He hoped that you wouldn’t mind he sent me instead.”
Still in a little shock Nicey shook her head, “No, I’m not upset. Let me grab my purse, coat and then I’ll be ready to go.” Going back into the hallway she picked up the items off the table, after she had her belongings Nicey locked the door and followed the chauffer to the waiting limousine.
The ride to Spencer’s house was mostly silent as Nicey couldn’t get over what he had done for her. She sat in the back and relaxed as the smooth ride of the car finally pushed the rest of her nerves from her body. After what seemed like hours the car stopped and her passenger side door was opened.
The chauffer helped her out of the car and closed the door behind her.
The beauty of Spencer’s house and surrounding area surprised her.
He didn’t live in the city like her, but outside of town in one of the richest area’s the city had to offer.
Plush green grass could be seen for miles.
Two horses were running free inside a corral just inch from the gravel road she was standing on.
This wasn’t how she picture Spencer living at all.
More and more he was opening her eyes and she liked what she saw.
“Please come with me and I’ll take you inside,” the chauffer said pointing towards the front door.
Nicey was halfway to the door when it opened and Spencer stepped out looking like a wet dream come true. He was wearing a crisp white shirt rolled up past his elbows and a pair of jeans better than the one he had on the other day hugged his lean hips.
“Jack, I can take it from here,” he said wrapping his arm around her waist. “Why don’t you go into town and get a bite to eat?”
“There is a new movie that I wanted to see too,” Jack interjected.
“See that too while you’re there. Take your own car and leave the limo here. I’ll can take Nicey back home.”
“Does that mean I’ve the rest of the night off,” Jack asked hopefully.
“Yeah, enjoy and I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Jack flashed her a quick smiled then rushed over to the black truck parked on the other side of the limo. Spencer kept her outside until Jack’s headlights faded off into the distance.
“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered then captured her mouth for a wet kiss.