“No boyfriend?”
“Not anymore.”Please, shut the fuck up.
“Oh, single? Nice… do you fuck on the job? I have a couple of bi guy friends…”
“No, I don’t. Now, let me get your pills and prepare your unplanned trip.”
“I like unplanned things. Just so you know.”
“Great…”
Duncan left, softly cursing, but he went to get the pills from the infirmary, and a large bottle of water too.Shit… fuck this trip. Fuck him too. Fuck.
He had packed a bag and driven the car to the front, changed into a dark blue polo shirt and jeans. Spencer’s friends arrived by cab the moment Spencer came down, a valet carrying his bags. Duncan opened the trunk, waiting until they had all piled their bags in.
Mia was all over Spencer already, laced around him, trying to catch his mouth, but he kept evading her with that half smile. That blond guy was there too, the one who had shoved Spencer in Duncan’s arms that first night. Another lanky guy with light brown hair, and another young woman, maybe Mia’s friend.
She gestured at Duncan. “Oooh we’re taking him too?”
Spencer smirked. “Yes… somebody has to watch my ass.” He looked at Duncan. “Let’s go. You know the way?”
“Yes.” Fed up, but he opened the doors to them and they sat in the back. Slamming the doors shut. He sat in too, and started the car, checking the GPS.
Spencer’s voice, muffled by Mira’s chuckles as she had climbed in his lap and was kissing him, as best as he could. “Pull that shit up…”
Duncan obeyed, thankful that that dark screen was between him and whatever fuckery was going on on the backseats.Shit.His heart still in pieces, but the ache seemed less sharp, and despite Spencer being a shithead, this workplace was fine too. Relaxing a bit, he drove out of the city, the country landscapes bringing some peace. Muffled laughter and hooting coming fromthe backseat, but he chose to ignore it, hoping that they would not wreck the car by the time they got there.
Hills coming into sight after a while, lush forests rushing up their sides, and Duncan left the highway for a smaller road, one winding up the mountain until they reached some properties, scattered. One further up, a long drive to a tall gate. Duncan swiped the card Martin had given him, and the gate buzzed open. Cameras poised on the entrance, but Martin had told him there was no staff on site, only the ones who came to do maintenance, and filled up the fridge when Henry had called. Spencer was well-known for his unpredictable escapades to this holiday home.
Duncan pulled up to that large house nestled in the hill side with a pine forest in its back, and a breath-taking view on the landscape. A pool and a hot tub had been put on the edge of the terrace, the windows all floor to ceiling. Stopping the car in front of the side stairs leading to the terrace, he got out and inhaled that crisp air in. So fresh, it rushed into his lungs and his blood, like a balm after the city’s shitty air, and Spencer’s constantly stinking environment.
He opened the doors for them, that thick stench of alcohol and weed rushing out with some smoke. They piled out, laughing, holding on to each other. Spencer’s shirt had been opened, hanging loose, as Mia tried to stay upright too, hanging on his arm.
Spencer laughed, swaying, gesturing around. “We’re fucking alone here… fucking paradise…” Almost some kind of emotion in that brash voice. Maybe a milder note, but it didn’t last long.
His dark eyes went to Duncan. “Open the house and get our luggage.”
Duncan jammed a finger towards him. “I might be your driver and your bodyguard, but I’m sure as hell not your valet. You can haul your luggage up yourself.”
He didn’t even wait for a reply, and went up the stairs, swiping the master card. The doors clicked open, and he did a quick sweep of the house, knowing the plans by heart, because Martin had sent them. A large living room, a huge kitchen to the right and the rooms in the back.
Spencer and his friends arrived then, carrying their bags. The blond guy had Spencer’s. The women went to the fridge and started pulling out drinks, that other guy to the snack cabinet, and the blond one just carried the luggage to the rooms.
Spencer walked to Duncan. “There’s a room on the left for you. It’s small but you’re alone anyway.”
“Close to yours?”
That wicked light sparked up in his dark eyes. “Close to me? My, my…” He tapped Duncan’s chest. “Close… yes… next door… I hope you brought ear plugs because I intend to fuck the living breath out of Mia.”
“Fantastic…” He was pretty sure that Spencer would not fuck the living breath out of anybody, probably collapsing, dead drunk, in a few hours.
His friends joined them; their arms filled with snacks and drinks.
Spencer gestured at them. “Might as well put names to faces… You know Mia, this is Lea, blondie is Brad, and this guy here is Liam.”
Mia laced her arms around Spencer’s neck from the back. “Let’s eat and drink… then it’s pool time.”
Spencer grazed her arm. “Ok…” His eyes went to Duncan. “You brought your swimming trunks?”
