She reached to the table and took a metallic case, taking two joints out. Lighting one, she handed it to Spencer, with her lipstick’s imprint on the tip. “Here… good stuff…”
Spencer just took it and dragged on it, deep. Holding the smoke in, feeling how strong it was.
She smiled, blowing the smoke to the ceiling. “A special little cocktail… you’ll like it, I’m sure.”
Spencer just blinked at that sudden dizziness. Drowsy, he wasn’t even sure why the world was turning a bit. “Wow…”
“Told you…” Watching Spencer smoke, his eyelids flutter as his body went a bit slack in that sofa.
Spencer tried to blink that daze away, but it had flooded his blood and brain. A futile thought, that maybe this was wrong, but it never made it into a real worry. Chuckling, he let her take the joint out of his fingers, scoot closer and put her hands on his thighs.
Spencer raised his eyes into hers, his head swimming as he was trying to form some words. “We shouldn’t…”
“Why not?” Stroking his thighs, she leant on him, gliding a hand on his chest, nudging his shirt open at the top. “Why not?”
“I…” He swayed and let her seal his mouth. Kissing her back, fuck knew why, his blood flaming up. Letting her push her hand under his shirt, on his skin. His hands found her back, stroking.
Duncan just watched them make out, boiling. Not because he was kissing her, but because he was doing everything he hadsaid he wouldn’t do.Shit. Hoping he didn’t have to assist to her fucking Spencer on the sofa. Torn too, because he knew Spencer was totally wasted and probably not in his right mind to decide on anything. That mocking light in the other guard’s eyes, standing close to the door.Oh, ok…Duncan looked back at them, watching her lie on Spencer, their mouths wide open as they kissed. Hands roaming clothes and skin.
Somehow, Spencer had opened his eyes, somehow, he had turned his head, and met Duncan’s eyes. Some clarity seeping in, a moment of it, clinging to his pissed grey eyes. Feeling her weight on him, her lips nibbling his neck.What…he pushed at her, dizzy.
“No… no…”
“Yes, baby… you’re doing great…” Tilting his head to her.
Spencer could barely breathe, but in that fog of his mind, he just breathed the only name he could think of in that tiny moment of fright. “Duncan…” Closing his eyes as his heart hammered an uneven rhythm laced with a mounting panic. His voice, close.
“I believe we are leaving. Sorry, Ma’am.”
“Just what do you think? Go back to your place.” Her voice, laced with wrath.
“With all due respect, you’re not giving me orders, Ma’am.”
“Garry! Come and throw him out!”
The man near the wall moved, but Duncan raised his hand at him. “You come closer and I’ll bust your nose in before you can even touch me, pal. Not worth it now, is it?” He looked at the woman. “I’m also going to call the police and have your ass hauled away for sexual assault on my client.”
The man hesitated, and she sat up, her eyes blazing. It was enough for Duncan to walk around the sofa and pull Spencer up by his armpits. Mad worried, feeling how limp he was, his breathing shallow.
Spencer felt it though, his body, his scent and touch, even in that daze, he clutched at him, lacing his arms around his back, hiding in his chest.
Duncan almost ran his hand down his back when he caught himself. Even if the way Spencer was hugging him was all too telling, he could blame it on the drugs.
He shook him gently. “Come, we’re leaving.”
Olivia spoke then. “I won’t forget this.”
Duncan pinched his lips. “Spare me your bullshit, respectfully, Ma’am. If we can leave without any problems, I might just forget what you did here.”
“I didn’t do anything.” She gestured at her man. “Let them go, Garry. I’m sure Spencer will be back soon.”
Duncan pulled Spencer’s arm over his shoulders. “Come on…”
Mumbling, but Spencer managed to walk somewhat.
Walking behind that man to their car. He turned to them outside. Close. Eye to eye with Duncan.
“My mistress doesn’t take defeat lightly.”
