The next time my eyes blink open, it’s daylight. Above me is a smooth white ceiling.
Warm limbs are wrapped around me.
Breath tickles my neck.
This is nice. I could lie here a bit longer, enjoying myself.
“Spencer, are you here?”
Wait. Who is that? That’s a woman’s voice.
“Spencer!” Someone is banging on the door. Not the bedroom door, it’s too far away for that. Must be the door to his rooms.
“Vivien is missing!” Is that Audrey? I’ve never heard her so panicked. Except for that one time when she was like seven, and she couldn’t find her Prada backpack on the first day of school.
The bed shifts. Spencer disengages his limbs from mine, and the mattress dips as he stands.
I roll over as he grabs his pants and yanks them on, back muscles flexing the entire time.
Hmm.
Then Audrey yells again. “Spencer?!” Is she in his apartment now?
I sit up, sheets falling to my waist.
Spencer tugs a shirt over his head. When his head pops out of the hole, our eyes lock. His gaze roams downward. “Shit,” he murmurs, covering his eyes. “I can’t look at you right now.”
He turns and heads for the door, hand still over his eyes. He runs into the doorframe.
I laugh.
His hand feels along the door for the knob. “Don’t laugh at me when I’m about to keep your sister occupied so she doesn’t see you naked.”
Oh. Right.
He finally gets the door open. “Although maybe everyone should see you naked. The world would be a better place.” Then he’s gone, shutting me in the room alone.
I get out of bed, smiling the entire time.
I can’t quite make out what Spencer is telling her, but his tone is deep and soothing, hers is shrill and anxious, but getting less frantic.
Where are my clothes?
Oh, wait. They’re out in the office. Oops.
I should be more alarmed at all of this. I slept with Spencer. With my attorney. I like him a lot more than I should.
Audrey will know about it and surely report back to Mother, who will then either do something to sabotage me or him or both of us. Maybe I’m not awake yet, or maybe it was all the orgasms, but I just can’t find the strength to care.
This is kind of the thing Spencer has been worried about, crossing some moral line, but we haven’t done anything wrong. It’s not like he’s done anything in regard to Beverly’s will that could be twisted into something questionable.
Us having sex has nothing to do with that.
If anything, Beverly would love this. Then again, this would be the perfect way for Mother to make my life hell.
Anxiety squirms in my gut, but I shove the thoughts away. I’m not going to worry about that yet.
I paw through Spencer’s dresser for something to wear, managing to locate a T-shirt and sweats.
