Before I knew it, we arrived at his high-rise, taking the elevator all the way to the top. The memorable scent of fresh lemon invaded my nose when the elevator doors opened, inviting me back into the wide-open living room I had just seen the night before.
“I just realized you don’t have an overnight bag.” Spencer broke the silence.
Fuck. In all the chaos of my nerves, I left my bag at home.
“Shit. I’m so sorry. I told you my nerves were out of control. I must have forgotten it back at my place. I can grab a cab and go get my things?” His hand was still latched in mine when he pulled me into the kitchen.
“Don’t worry about it. I can make some calls.”
“Calls?” My brows furrowed.
“I’ll have my assistant grab a few things in your size and drop them off. It’s no big deal.” Spencer turned around, breaking eye contact with me.
Reaching into the fridge, he pulled out what looked like a plate of chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream.
“I … Um … Thank you.” For a while now, I’d spent the majority of my time around some of the wealthiest people I’dever met. But not once did a client or a man of any kind, offer to buy me personal belongings.
There was something exciting about receiving what felt like a gift, and the gesture in general. Presents were nonexistent for me once my parents passed, and no matter what version of Jax I had, he was never the type to be over the top and spoil me.
“Dessert?” Spencer set the plate with half chocolate covered strawberries, half plain, and a bowl of Cool Whip next to me on the counter.
“I may be stuffed from dinner, but I always have room for dessert.” I licked my lips, trying to decide between chocolate, or no chocolate.
“I like the way you think.” Before I could decide for myself, Spencer dipped a strawberry in the fluffy white dip, offering it to me from the palm of his hand.
Something about allowing him to feed me as he towered over me felt incredibly intimate.
As he moved the strawberry closer to my mouth, my lips popped open. With his dark eyes locked on mine, my lips wrapped around the juicy fruit. I bit down and licked away the evidence from the corners of my mouth.
Swallowing thickly, my breathing picked up. Half of a strawberry lingered between his fingers, the whipped cream still coating it. Before I could take the rest from him, the whipped cream dripped onto my chest, and both of our eyes dipped to my cleavage.
My heart pounded as my chest filled up with air, just to fall at a rapid pace.
Before I could move to clean myself up, Spencer swiped his finger over the Cool Whip, sucking it off his finger, and chasing it with the rest of the strawberry.
“So damn sweet.” His eyes were hungry for a type of dessert that went far beyond strawberries and whipped cream.
But he agreed when he paid me that nothing would be physical between us tonight.
My lips parted in response, but no words managed to come out.
Spencer reached behind me, discarding the top of the fruit as his large body pressed against mine. “I’m going to call my assistant. Please, help yourself,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear and sending a shiver down my spine.
“Yeah.” My reply was lost in the wind as he walked away with his phone to his ear.
Pent up air finally escaped my lungs, and in that moment, I knew I was royally fucked.
Laidacross Spencer’s California King wasn’t just one cozy pair of pajamas and toiletries. Shopping bags from damn near every store around took up half of his bed.
“This is?—”
“Necessary,” he cut me off.
“I was going to go with … a lot.” My eyes widened with no idea where to start or how to even accept what he had done for me.
Did he have his assistant on speed dial and available at all hours of the night? And how did she get all this shopping done so fast?
We’d spent maybe an hour in the kitchen picking at the strawberries and continuing to ask each other questions about stuff that didn’t really matter but gave me a little more insight into who Spencer was. We got so wrapped up in conversation, and before I knew it, an entire wardrobe was delivered.
