Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(3)
I don’t have to wait long before he opens the door and greets me with his panty dropping smile. I could easily fall in love with him. Spencer is a tall, lightly tanned mass of perfectly sculpted, lean muscles. His tattoo sleeves and that damn V makes women’s brain to mush, coupled with his devilishly good looks. I take in his appearance and secretly thank God that he answered the door topless, hello V. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide the fact that he’s not wearing anything underneath. Spencer is God's gift to women and men. He's that hot.
“Gross, I can see your dick.” I frown and hug Bernard to me, hiding my face in his fur.
“Don’t look then, crazy woman.” He chuckles and steps to the side to let me in. I walk in and set Bernard down when the front door is closed. As soon as his little paws touch the floor, he shoots to Spencer and rubs against his legs. He promptly picks him up to pet Bernard.
“Only * I’ll ever get.” I hear him mutter and I roll my eyes before giggling.
“Yeah, right. You have women lining up to be with you.”
“Yeah, but none that spark any interest.” He shrugs and walks into the kitchen before opening a drawer and looking inside, no doubt for a cat treat. He closes the drawer and sets Bernard on the counter and holds up a treat. “Down,” he tells Bernard.
“You do know that he’s a cat, not a dog.” I giggle.
“I know. Bernard, down.” He insists and the damn cat complies, much to my amazement and amusement. “Ha! Told you. Good boy.” Spencer gives him the treat and continues to pet him. “Why are you here so early anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Spencer looks at me with a skeptical expression on his face.
“Supposed being the key word.” I sigh.
“What happened?” He looks at me with concern.
“Got fired and then found out Adam was cheating on me.”
“What the f*ck?” He slams his fist on the counter, making both Bernard and I jump. “Sorry buddy,” he apologizes to Bernard and scratches behind his ear as he continues, “What did that lowlife piece of shit do?” He growls. Shit, I’ve seen him pissed before, but never like this.
I tell him everything that happened this morning in detail and he pulls me to him, squeezing me tight. Up until now I hadn’t shed a single tear but, being in my best friend’s arms, I lose it completely and break down. And not just dainty crying, oh no, this is full on ugly crying, complete with red, puffy face, snot and the inability to speak coherently.
“He never deserved you, Princess. You’re better off without him.”
“What am I going to do? I don’t have anywhere to live or a job.”
“You’re going to stay here with me, tomorrow you’re calling that magazine and then we’ll go get your stuff. I’ve got you girl. You’ll be just fine.” He backs away from me a little and gently pulls my head up to face him. He looks me with adoration and smiles his megawatt smile, the one that would make anyone feel better.
“Thank you, Spence.”
“Don’t mention it.” He leans down and for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me but instead I feel his lips on my forehead and I sigh with relief. “How you wound me. I thought you were one of the women lining up for me.”
“Spence, I’ve known you since we were in diapers. You’re like a brother to me, just knowing you’re wearing f*ck all under those sweatpants and your dick is touching my thigh is making me really uncomfortable.”
“Ah, thinking about my dick again, aren’t you?”
“How can I not when it’s pressed against me? Thank God it’s not hard!” I shudder.
“Well, I have to say that having your curves pressed against me like this is doing a little something to me.” He mocks and waggles his eyebrows.
“Gross, stop it!” I frown.
“You’re beautiful, Have. Never ever let anyone tell you otherwise, especially not that dipshit. I’ll kick your ass before theirs if you listen to their bullshit.”
“He wasn’t exactly wrong. I have gained weight and haven't had sex with him ever since.” I sigh and sit on the kitchen counter next to Bernard who’s still chewing on his stick treat.
“I think I need to pay Adam a little visit for messing with your head, no one disrespects you without me doing something about it. As for Cassidy, I should probably f*ck her into oblivion, give her the best night ever and then leave her high and dry after.” He glares at me. “You’re short and curvy. I have to warn my friends off because they all want to f*ck you. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to hear them talk about how your bubble butt and big tits gives them boners?” He frowns and I burst out laughing. “It’s not funny! They are all jerks and don’t deserve to look at you, let alone get hard-ons because of you.”
“It’s f*cked up that you’d want to f*ck Cassidy, especially after her sleeping with Adam. She’s not worth you catching gonorrhea from her after the amount of dicks that have been inside her.” I shudder at the mental image. “I can’t believe it bothers you this much that your friends are talking about me.”
“Well, yeah, it’s disturbing. I don’t want them fantasizing over you.”
“So you’re never going to approve of anyone I date, not even if one of them is a friend of yours. I’m going to die alone, surrounded by cats and crocheting little cat jumpers. Crazy old cat lady.” I pout and pick up Bernard who settles into my arms immediately.