Spence chuckles. “You’re such a needy boy.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Not at all.”
I’m not sure what else to say, given that we spent the afternoon together, but I know I don’t want the call to end.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweet boy?”
“Are you still going to blindfold me and tie me up next time we’re alone?”
“Definitely.”
“Will you describe everything you’ll do to me?”
“With pleasure.”
21
Spencer
“Hello, Lexi,” I say as she opens the door and stares at me.
Her blue eyes are narrowed. I wonder if her mum’s eyes are blue, as Corey’s are a beautiful hazel shade. Her hair is darker blonde than his too. But she definitely has his nose and the same shaped ears.
“Hello,” she says, opening the door wide enough for me to come in.
Corey is standing a little way behind her. “Hey,” he says.
“Daddy says you’re having tea with us,” Lexi says.
“Yes. Is that okay?”
“I suppose so.”
I shut the door behind myself.
“Shoes off,” Lexi says.
I chuckle. “Yes, boss.”
“And you have to put them on the rack.” She points, emphasising her words.
I glance past her and arch an eyebrow at Corey, my lips teasing up. It’s amusing to be ordered around by a five-year-old, especially as I’m normally the one calling the shots. There’s a pair of polished black shoes on the rack, which I assume Corey wears to work, and two pairs of black boots, one in a sorrier state than the other. Is either of Corey’s brothers home?
“We’re having fish fingers, chips, and peas,” Lexi announces.
“Yum,” I say. “I haven’t had fish fingers in years.”
Corey comes closer and gives me a soft, if swift kiss. “Lexi, do you want to show Spence around?”
“I’d love a tour,” I say when Lexi doesn’t answer.
“Okay,” she says as though it’s an absolute hardship. “This is downstairs,” she says, opening the door off the hall and going inside. “Sitting room. Table. Kitchen.” She points to the three reasonably distinct areas before ducking back out the door and going upstairs.
I smile at Corey before following her.
