Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(67)

“Come on Saturday, even just for an hour. It’ll be fun and you can get pictures of the club all decked out in Halloween decorations for the magazine.” Valentine insists and Spencer sighs, he knows he won’t win this one, especially when work is mentioned.

“We’ll be there,” Spencer says through gritted teeth.

“Good, looking forward to that. Don’t forget to dress up.” Valentine smiles as he walks past us and down the stairs.

“Dickhead.” Spencer mutters under his breath, making me chuckle.

“You really hate him, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” He sighs and walks in.

“What did he ever do to you?” I look at him.

He thinks long and hard and before sighing again. “Nothing.” He stalks past me and walks to Bernard, picking him up. “At least you understand me, buddy.” He murmurs to Bernard as he pets him. Lucky cat.

“Yeah, every time Bernard’s near Valentine he hisses at him.” At that, I’m pinned with Spencer’s intense gaze.

“How many times has he been in here exactly?”

I cross my arms over my chest and hold his gaze. I’m not going to cower just because he’s pissed off and jealous. “A few times.”

“You do know how to push my buttons.” He groans and walks into the kitchen.

“Gotta keep you on your toes.” I laugh, kiss my two favorite men and go about getting them some food.

“So? How many?” He chuckles nervously.

“Well the first night was when we first met him, then the time he saved me from Adam, then there was the time he came in for coffee, then when he fixed my door, then when he came in because a f*cking spider was threatening to murder me and finally to give me a massage, So that’d be six times?” I shrug and wait for his reaction.

“He gave you a massage?” I can feel the anger emanating from him.

“Nope. I’m still waiting for yours though.” I smirk.

“That was mean.” He pouts. I kiss his pursed lips and nod.

“I know, but you need to stop freaking out.”

“I’ll try.” He sits at the counter and feeds tuna to Bernard.

“What do you want to go as on Saturday?” I ask as I put the chocolate buns into the oven.

“I don’t know, I don’t care.” He shrugs.

“Don’t say that or you’ll end up dressed up as a Minion or Olaf.” I shrug.

“Please tell me you’re not thinking of going as Elsa?” He looks at me terrified.

“Maybe…”

“Kill. Me. Now, Bernard, please, I beg of you, rip my throat out,” he says as he brings Bernard up to his face and gives him a pleading look. I burst out laughing.

“I was actually thinking of something from the Victorian era.” I look at him hoping he’ll agree.

“Something from a costume shop or a proper outfit?”

“Proper outfit.” I smile.

“Loads of cleavage pushed up by a bustier? I highly approve of that.” He smirks.

“Awesome!” I smile and show him a website on my phone. “Take a look and pick which one you want. They have a store not far from here.”

“They have some cool stuff.”

“Tell me about it!” I exclaim as I take the buns out of the oven. I cut them in half to let them cool for a minute before lathering them with butter. I pass Spencer his plate and pour us two glasses of orange juice before sitting down next to him.

“Thanks, Love.” He kisses me and eats whilst looking through the website.

I finish my food in record time and quickly shower to freshen up before getting dressed for work. When I walk back into the kitchen, Spencer looks at me with a content look on his face.

“You’re beautiful,” he says in a barely audible whisper. I’m sure it’s a lie because I’m wearing skinny jeans, an oversized top and a slouch beanie because I was too lazy to wash my hair and couldn’t be bothered to put any make up on. He sure knows how to make a woman happy that’s for sure.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I tell him which earns me one of his dazzling smiles.

“Why thank you.” He chuckles and kisses me passionately.

“My pleasure.”

“I might have just reserved two outfits for us.” He grins innocently.

“You what?” I look at him horrified. “What did you pick?”

“You’ll see.”

“How can you be sure I’ll like it or that it was the one I wanted?”

“I know you, I know what you like and what you don’t like. I’m not sure it’s the one you would have picked, but it’s the perfect one. Trust me, please.” He begs me with his eyes.

“Alright.” I chuckle. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He looks at me slightly worried.

“What happened to you being into men?” I nibble my lip worried.

He chuckles. “I was confused for such a long time. I had these feelings for you that I couldn’t act on and I was attracted to a lot of other people, both men and women. I never had any actual feelings for anyone besides you. I’ve been with my fair share of both sexes and every single time it left me feeling empty because there was no love. And before you ask, I gave, I didn't receive, you won’t have to use a strap-on with me.” He chuckles.