Chapter Seventeen
“I think we should have a dinner party,” Spencer stated as he stopped massaging her back with the tips of his fingers.
Opening her eyes Nicey looked at her boyfriend and she wondered what brought that crazy thought into his head. “Why would you suggest that?”
“I want you to meet my best friend Ben and you can invite some of your girlfriends. Since we are a couple now I think we need to know the people in each other lives,” he said as matter of fact and then resumed massaging her back.
“I don’t know about that,” she sighed from her comfortable position in the middle of the huge Victorian bed.
“We are doing just fine with the two of us, why bring our crazy friends into it?” Nicey wasn’t ready to share him with her friends just quite yet.
She wanted to bash in the newest of her relationship with Spencer.
“Are you saying no because I’m white?”
Sitting up in the bed, Nicey stared at Spencer and saw the hurt in his blue eyes, “Do you really think that is the reason I don’t want you to meet Ericka and Rishelle,” she tossed back dumbfounded.
“What else am I supposed to think?” he admonished. “Last night we spent hours making love in every room in my house and you didn’t have a problem with it. But the first time we were out in public was a dark club and our first date was at my house.”
“Then when I make a suggestion about throwing a dinner party for our friends you turn me down without even thinking about it. What am I your little “white” secret?”
Flinging back the covers Spencer started to get out of bed until she shoved him back down and straddled his thighs. “You have lost your mind. I’m not ashamed to be seen with you because you’re white.”
“Then what’s the reason,” he questioned sliding his hands beneath the t-shirt he let her borrow last night.
“My friends are crazy and will drill you until you can’t think straight. Half the time none of them can get along with each other. Erika and Rishelle can barely be in the same room with each other. Sarah thinks it’s funny and makes matters worse by laughing at them.”
“If things get out of hand Ben will arrest them,” Spencer replied.
Nicey felt memories of her past resurface at the thought of being around Spencer’s friend Ben. She didn’t have anything against police officers but she had never really been comfortable around them. “Your best friend is a cop,” she muttered getting off him and scooting back more on the bed.
Frown lines popped out on Spencer’s head as he watched her reaction to his friend’s occupation. “Do you have a thing against cops?”
“No, but I never had that have liked me. When I first opened up Pamper Me they were always making surprise visits to make sure it was on the up and up. A customer got mad at me and made a false claim that they believed. It took almost a year to get them off my back. So, I don’t have a good memory of them. ”
“Ben is a great guy and the two of you will get along perfectly. He isn’t anything like some of his co-workers. You’re willing to give him a chance aren’t you? He was the one that helped me find you.”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“That night in the parking garage after you wouldn’t talk to me I saw your license plate and called it in to Ben. He looked it up and gave me all your information.”
“Are you kidding me?” She questioned shocked. “What if I truly hadn’t wanted to be bothered by you and you went through all of that trouble?”
Picking up her off the bed Spencer laid down and placed her body on top of his, “I saw the way you looked at me when you turned away. I knew you were interested.” He boasted with a smirk.
“You’re too cocky for you own good,” Nicey laughed and then she kissed Spencer on the mouth. Moving back she gazed down into his mesmerizing eyes. “What if I had a boyfriend or husband?”
Spencer cocked his head to the side like he was really contemplating her question. “I would have stolen you away from your boyfriend, but chalked it up to bad luck if you had a husband and left you alone.”
“What am I going to do with you?” she asked resting her chin on his bare chest.
“Be my Valentine,” Spencer answered without blinking an eye.
Rolling off his body Nicey positioned her body at the side of Spencer and gawked at him. He wanted her to be his Valentine. No one has ever asked her that in her whole entire life not even when she was a little girl in school.
Sure boys gave her Valentine’s Day cards in grade school but it was only because the teachers told them to. Even during her high school years she was too much of a brain to attract the jocks and it carried on to her college years even the nerds back then wanted nothing to do with her.
How did she answer such a question?
“Nicey, did you hear me?” Spencer asked touching the side of her face with the back of his hand. “Will you be my Valentine for Valentine’s Day?”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“A yes will make me a very happy man unless you had another offer,” he tossed out.
“You know that I didn’t get another offer,” she scoffed shaking her head at her crazy boyfriend. “I haven’t any free time to get involved with any other man.”
“Don’t even think about doing that either,” Spencer growled as the green-eyed monster took over, “You’re mine and I’m not about to give you up.”
She felt powerful having the gorgeous man in front of her jealous at the thought of her with someone else. Spencer was all the man she ever needed she wasn’t about to go looking anywhere else.
“I think I’m pretty satisfied with the man I have, so I’m not about to go anywhere,” she promised rolling out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” Spencer jumped naked out of the bed and moved to stand in front of her. “I thought we could spend the day in bed since its Saturday. Don’t you think that’s a good idea?” The hope in his warm voice was apparent.
Glancing down she saw that he was more than ready to spend the day in bed making love, but she couldn’t do that.
“Honey, if you really want to have this party I need to get things rolling and make some phone calls. Rishelle and Erika are always both on the go. Dylan won’t be able to come.
I’m not sure about Sarah and her husband either. ”
“Who’s Dylan? Is the guy you were thinking about replacing me with?” He questioned tugging her towards his hot body. “You’ve already heard me say that I’ll fight for you.”
Men and their jealousy, she thought watching the fire build up in Spencer’s eyes. He looked primed and ready for a fight to the death. She thought about messing with him and then decided against it.
Placing her hand on his chest she stopped Spencer from pulling her any further. “Dylan is my cousin and Erika’s husband. You have nothing to worry about.”
A reddish tint appeared under his naturally tanned complexion as he continued to look at her, “Sorry, I got carried away,” he muttered embarrassed.
“Not a problem,” she sighed spinning around to head in the direction of the bathroom. “Is there anyone else you want to invite besides your friend Ben?” If Nicey had looked over her shoulder she would have seen the worried expression etched across Spencer’s face before he concealed it.
“No, that’s the only person I want to invite, so does that mean you’re going to give him a chance despite you bad experiences with cops?” he inquired following her into the bathroom.
Nicey’s stuck her hand inside the walk-in shower and adjusted the temperature to her liking. The water pounded on the off beige tile as the room filled with stream from the shower. She couldn’t believe that Spencer was standing in front of her asking about a dinner party with a rock hard erection.
“Are you sure the party is what you really want to be talking about?” Grabbing the hem of the t-shirt she pulled it over her head and tossed it over by the sink. “I’m sure we can think of much more interesting things to be doing with our mouths.”
Desire instantly darkened Spencer’s eyes but he didn’t make a move to touch her. “Does this mean you’re agreeing to my party suggestion? I want to be a part of your life and I need for you to share an equal part in mine.”
“Yes, I agree to invite me crazy friends to this party of yours, but remember I warned you if all hell breaks loose.” She warned waving her finger in his direction.
Nicey shrieked as Spencer closed the distance and swept her into his arms and then carried her into the shower.
Closing the door with one hand he slid her down his body making sure she felt every inch of his male perfection.
“I’m done talking about the party. Didn’t you say there was something we could better that involved our mouths? ”
“I believe I did,” she agreed then pulled Spencer’s head down for a scorching kiss.