Chapter 29 - Andie
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Andie
Getting back to my place, I find Maddie on the couch waiting for me to spill the beans like I’m carrying state secrets.
“How did it go? Tell me everything! And don’t leave out a single juicy detail.
” Maddie leans forward expectantly, then narrows her eyes when I don’t immediately start talking.
I just stand there with a crooked grin, debating how much detail I want to give.
She reaches for her phone, waggling it at me with a mischievous grin.
“Speak or I swear I’ll call Spencer and tell him all the weird shit you did as a kid. ”
I plop down next to her, still in a daze, but with an ear-to-ear grin on my face. “It went better than I could’ve ever imagined. He was mad and hurt, obviously, but I told him that Cody died. There’s so much more to the story, but at least the hardest part is out there.”
The words hit me again as soon as they leave my mouth. Cody died. My face drops, that familiar pang of loss washing over me.
“So then? Bitch spill . . . what did he say?” Maddie’s literally about to fall out of her seat from anticipation but notices my expression change. Her face shifting into a protective mood. “He doesn’t want to stay with you, does he? What an asshole, I can’t believe him!”
“No, no, no. Oh my god it wasn’t like that. He was kind and understanding. This is still just a lot.” I sigh, realizing I’m really poor at communicating my feelings.
“He wants to give us a try if I’m willing.”
Maddie sits up straighter. “So, you told him about your husband and whatever occurred that night. And he still wants you? Wait, what did occur? I mean, I know about the dream, but I feel like I’m still missing pieces of it.”
I may as well tell her now. “So, the abbreviated version? Spencer came over because I was late for our date. One thing led to another, and then afterward, we fell asleep. That’s when I had the dream, and, well, you know the rest.”
“What do you mean, ‘One thing led to another?’ Like . . . oh my god you two had sex, didn’t you?” Her eyes widen hysterically like one of those cartoon characters when the hearts pop out of their head. “You little harlot, you. Details to follow! Okay, finish the story first.”
“That’s it. There is nothing else to finish.”
“That’s it? Okay, then we move on to the details. I can’t believe you had sex with him. You barely know him, you’re normally such a prude!”
“Gee, thanks.” I smack her with the throw pillow as we burst into laughter.
“Was it good? He looks like he knows his way around the clit. I bet it was phenomenal.” Each statement has me laughing from her enthusiasm. “Shit, girl . . . I bet he has some stamina in the sack. Am I right?”
She’s not wrong. The man could find my clit and give me an orgasm blindfolded.
Maddie is locked in and ready to find out how far Spencer’s talents go. My cheeks start to heat from embarrassment, but then I catch myself. Why am I embarrassed? This is Maddie—she’s been my rock through everything. If I can’t tell her about the good stuff, what’s the point?
“It was mind blowing, honestly. I know how bad this sounds, but I think it was the best I’ve ever had.” Her eyes brighten with my words, intrigued and shocked.
“Wait, seriously? Like better than Cody?”
The direct question breaks down my last wall of reservation, having me giggling ridiculously, covering my face.
“Holy shit–—dish girl, now.”
“Okay no lies Cody was . . . sweet. But he wasn’t really focused on making sure I was satisfied. Spencer though—he cares about getting me off. Like—really cares a lot.
I love Cody so much and I hate that he’s gone, but Spencer is showing me that being happy again is possible. He’s not replacing Cody—he is showing me things I want for my life now—things I didn’t even know I wanted.
Maybe Cody was exactly what I needed in that point of my life and Spencer is what I need now.
Either way. My love for Cody will never dissipate, he will always be part of me. I just need to come to terms that a new path with Spencer, doesn’t mean I forget all the amazing things I had with Cody. He will never be a regret in my life, but it’s time to go for the life I’m building.
“There’s just something about him. I can’t explain it. It’s like this urge. This need or no—better yet—it’s like this pull to be with him.”
“Sounds intense. So, what’s next? Are you going to go out with him again, or is this a one-and-done situation?” I smile, thinking about Spencer picking me up for another shot at our date. “Oh, girl I know that look. You’re doing it aren’t you? You lucky bitch!”
“Yeah, actually, we’re gonna try for another date tomorrow.”
“You better not flip out this time or I’m removing all the doors in here.” She points a warning finger at me. “In all seriousness I’m happy for you. And I’m so damn proud of you for taking this step.”
Maddie and I spend the rest of the afternoon gossiping about Dylan and Spencer until a knock on the door interrupts the serious conversation of penis size and comparing what we would let the men do to our bodies.
“Ms. Harris?” One of the hotel employees stands there, holding a rather large box.
“That’s me.”
Pushing the box closer to me, he says, “This is for you.” I take the box and stand there holding it while he walks away.
“Who is it?” Maddie asks, craning her neck to see around me.
“One of the employees dropped off a box for me.”
Sitting up on her knees, she becomes curious about the mystery gift. “A box? Who’s it from? Please tell me there’s not a singing telegram trapped inside that thing. I’ve seen that horror movie. FYI it doesn’t end well.”
“No idea. I guess we’ll need to open it to find out.”
It’s an elegant black box tied with a silky white ribbon. The box is light but rather large, which has my curiosity piqued.
“Well, open it already! The suspense is killing me faster than my diet.” Maddie urges.
I set the box on the table in front of us.
When I lift the lid, there’s a stunning floor-length emerald-green gown neatly folded inside, with a small note sitting on top of it.
The fabric looks like silk, catching the light as I lift it.
It’s the exact color I mentioned I loved during our dinner date.
He remembered—a rare feature for most men.
My Beautiful Andie, A small gift for you. I hope you’ll wear this on our date. I will show you an evening you’ll never forget. —Spencer
Holding the dress my eyes widen knowing that it must have cost a fortune. “Holy crap, Andie!” Maddie gasps. “The man is not playing around! This dress is gorgeous.”
“This is too much. I can’t wear this.” I’m already thinking about how I can politely return it.
“Yes, you can, and you will. Take that ass of yours and put that dress on before I do it for you.” She practically shoves me toward the bedroom.
She smacks my butt as I walk off to get changed, causing her to giggle when I jump. Once I lift the dress all the way out of the box, something unexpected catches my attention. A scant black lingerie piece with a matching thong sit in the box with another note:
This may be forward of me, but here is a smaller gift. I’m hoping you will oblige me and wear this with the dress tomorrow.
Forward maybe, but with such a bold move, I can’t possibly deny him.
Sly, Mr. Spencer, very sly.