Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(26)

I take my time in the bathroom. I might not have to impress anyone, but making yourself feel good and confident is strongly encouraged. I've been living with the fact that women need to dress to impress a man in case they are the one for them for too long. Thanks Mom for putting weird thoughts in my head for years, if I could I'd go back in time and kick my ass for believing her bullshit. If I want go out shopping in sweatpants with my hair scrapped up and no makeup, then I will!

I’m brought back to reality by my phone alerting me to a message. I quickly jump out of the shower and roughly dry myself before checking the message.

Spencer: Done with work, meet me at the Starbucks in the mall?

Me: Sounds good to me, getting dressed. I’ll be there in 20.

Spencer: Alright, see you in 40 :P

Me: Ass!

Spencer: No comment.

I smile to myself and quickly get dressed and dry my hair. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction about me taking too long to get ready so I sort out my eyebrows and put on some mascara. As long as I don’t look like the undead, the rest isn’t important. I pull on some black skinny jeans and an off the shoulder sweater and combine them with my Chelsea boots and my leather jacket. I grab my bag, make sure Bernard has dry food and water and I head out the door, making sure I lock it behind myself. Midway down the stairs, I remember I didn’t grab the neighbor’s letter and quickly I backtrack up the stairs to quickly get it much to Bernard’s annoyance who was playing around with one of my bras. I scold him and quickly put the bra back in my drawer before locking him out of my bedroom and bathroom. I rush back out the door and head to the mall that’s literally at the end of my street.

I make it just under twenty minutes and I don’t know who is more surprised, me or Spencer who is waiting outside Starbucks.

“You never cease to surprise me.” Spencer chuckles and hugs me.

“I know, I’m always full of surprises. How was work?” I ask as we break the hug and make our way inside.

“It was work.” He chortles.

“And what is work this time? You change job every single week.” I look at him suspiciously. “Are you a gigolo?” I grin innocently.

“I can’t believe you would think that.” He feigns being outraged.

“What? It’s a valid question. You love sex. You work from home and sometimes you travel for work. And you mostly work early in the morning or late at night.” I shrug.

“Okay, okay. When you put it like that I can see why you would think that. But it’s a lot more boring than that.”

“What are you doing then?” I look at him expectantly.

“I’m a masseuse.”

“Meh, masseuse, gigolo. Same thing, you get people naked and bring them pleasure.” I shrug and he laughs.

“That’s one way to see things.” He shakes his head and orders our usual, giving our names as Bonnie and Clyde which the barista fails to laugh at.

“How come you never gave me a massage?” I pout disappointed.

“I gave you plenty of massages.”

“Not a real proper massage where I lie down and think of nothing but relaxing thoughts and listen to the sound of Enya.” I sigh dreamily.

“You always go to massage parlor so I thought you were set, although I was a bit annoyed you went to a chain.” He shrugs looking disappointed at me.

“Well, you should have told me and I would have asked you from the beginning.” I argue.

“Fair enough. I’ll be your masseuse from now on.” He tells me and pays for our order. We grab our coffees and walk out of the shop.

“Score! Do I get them for free?” I grin sheepishly as we walk through the mall.

“No, I’ll charge you extra just because you know me.”

“How dare you.” I squint my eyes at him.

“Like I’d ever let you pay.” He shakes his head.

“I knew you were the best. Is that how you meet all your hook ups?”

“Will you stop talking about my sex life? I know you live vicariously through it but still, it’s getting a bit stalkerish.” He looks at me with a straight face and we burst out laughing.

“No way and you haven’t answered.”

“No. I have never f*cked a client.”

“I’m mildly disappointed.” I giggle.

“Why?” He looks confused.

“I don’t know, it would be an easy way to meet someone.” I shrug.

“Yes it would but even if I am my own boss, I don’t want to get into trouble.”

“Good point.” I grin and link our arms as we walk through the mall.



After walking around for an hour, buying two pairs of shoes and jeans each and countless accessories, yes, it’s dangerous for us to shop together, we decide on sushi for lunch. We stop at our favorite restaurant and grab a seat by the sushi train.

“Did you hear anything more from your very sexually active neighbor this morning?” He asks just as our drinks and miso soup arrives. Our waitress looks at us before rushing off, clearly embarrassed by our topic of conversation. “Prude,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Not everybody is as unashamed and carefree as you are.”

“I know, I have the prime example next to me.” He grins looking at me.