Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(40)
CHAPTER 14
The Next Saturday
This past week has been the best in a really long time. Spencer spent all the time he could with me after work either here or at his place. I think he was trying to keep me as far away from Valentine as possible which in a way, I didn’t mind. I loved being able to spend time with him again. I’m so grateful that we could get past what has happened between. For the first time since meeting Valentine, we didn't fight. It was much welcomed. He still gets a little annoyed every single time I mention Valentine. Like last night for example.
“Will you pass me the wine instead of drinking it all?” Spender holds his hand out and I reluctantly hand over the bottle of wine.
“You’re no fun.” I cross my arms over my chest and his eyes zero in on my chest. “Up here Spencer.” I glare at him playfully.
“What? Stop teasing me then.” He shrugs.
“I’m not! I’m trying to make the point that you’re being a buzz kill.” I shrug.
“Are you drunk?”
“As if. I haven’t even had a glass yet.”
“You sure? You’re way too giddy to be willing to eat healthy.” He chuckles.
“You make it sound like I eat eating junk food every day.”
“That’s what you did last weekend and the reason why you asked me to get you back into shape.” He gives me a pointed look and he’s right.
“Fine! But no, I’m not drunk, just happy we’re back to normal.” I smile at him. “Besides, it’s good wine.”
“Not as good as…” He grins wide and I nod.
“That was the best.” I sigh happily.
“I’ll take you back sometime. I promise.” He smiles.
“I’ll hold you to that.” I giggle and pop a cherry tomato into my mouth. “Oh I meant to ask you. Valentine in-”
“When will you learn not to talk about him in front of me? I don’t give a f*ck about what that guy says or does.” He sighs, his good mood evaporated.
“If you would have let me finish, you would know that he invited us to go to the opening party of his nightclub.” I smile.
“He invited you and you are asking me as your plus one or he invited us and you’re just mentioning it to me?” He raises his eyebrow.
“The latter.” I sneak another tomato.
“Stop with the tomatoes or we’ll only have the pasta to eat.”
“Sorry.” I give him an apologetic smile.
“Really? He wants me at his opening party?” he asks doubtful.
“Yes. Really. Please say you’ll come.” I walk to his side and wrap my arms around him, squeezing him tightly. “Pleaaaaaaase.”
He chuckles. “Alright, I’ll go for you and to keep the creepers away.”
“Score! Free drinks and dancing with you.”
“Are you happy because I’m going with you or just because you won’t have to go on your own?”
“Because I won’t have to go on my own, of course.” I shrug saying it as casually as I can.
“You little shit.” He wraps his arm around me and ruffles my hair.
“Ah, you love it.”
“Nah, hate it.” He chuckles and kisses my head. “Why don’t you cut up the bacon into small pieces instead of talking shit.” He smacks my ass and gets back to cutting up the veggies.
“Yes, master,” I say as sensually as I can, thinking I failed, but considering the look on his face, I clearly didn’t.
“Don’t do that.” He ends up glaring at me.
“Do what?” I look at him confused.
“Call me master.”
“Ohhh are you a Dom in the bedroom.” I taunt and lean on the counter. I am way too excited to know about this.
“No.” He chuckles. “It’s just hot.” He shrugs.
“What? Knowing I’d put my life in your hands and let you do whatever you want to me?”
“Mhmm.” He keeps his eyes glued to the veggies.
“Are you getting a boner?” I snicker.
“Will you stop?” He shakes his head.
“You are!” I grin feeling rather proud of myself.
“Don’t be so proud and cut up the bacon or you’re not getting any.”
“Any what?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Oh god, you’re definitely drunk. You’d never say shit like this sober.” He shakes his head.
“Not drunk.” I grin. Truth is, I’m totally drunk. Drunk in love with him.
I’m brought back to reality by the front door of my apartment opening.
“Morning sleepy head.” Spencer sings as he walks in carrying two take away cups of coffee and a box with donuts.
“Morning my favorite person in the whole wide world.” I jump up and walk over to him. I quickly hug him and grab the donuts.
“I see you’ve got your priorities straight.” He smiles setting the cups on the counter.
“Always.” I smile and debate which one of the donuts to eat. One is lemon meringue, the other one is peanut butter. What to choose…what to choose?
“The struggle is real I see.” He grins as he walks past me, grabs a knife and cuts the two donuts in half. “Now you don’t have to decide which one you want to eat, you can have half of each.”