Page 29 of Kiss and Make Love

I can’t wait to go on a proper date. There are so many places I want to take you, so many things I want to try with you.

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief and held her phone in front of Becca’s face to allow her to read their texts. She beamed and gave Spencer a thumbs-up.

That sounds awfully sexual.

While I also think about that, I’m talking about taking you around town. Showing you off. Being out in public together. Perv.

I come by my perviness honestly. When you have an ass like yours…

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Last day of the semester.

In a matter of minutes, her final evaluation meeting would be over. If everything turned out well, she planned on calling Brett, meeting up at her place, and fucking his brains out.

Or maybe letting him fuck her brains out. You never know. His promise to have her sobbing still rang in her mind.

“Well, Ms. Williams. You’ve exceeded expectations in your placement this year. Mr. Hewitt gave you glowing feedback, yet again,” her supervisor preened in his lilting British accent.

“Thank you, Mr. Hansley.”

“The pleasure is all mine. I love delivering good news. Of course, you knew it would be good news. Otherwise, we would have been chatting much earlier,” he said with a wink.

“I had my suspicions.” Relief swept over her. Not that she doubted herself, but it was still good to know for sure.

“I also believe Mr. Hewitt is going to offer you a position at Hewitt and Channing Funeral Homes. I shouldn’t tell you that ahead of time,” he tittered, “but I’m so excited for you, I had to share the news.”

“I appreciate it, Mr. Hansley. I’ll be accepting, of course. Hopefully, he can connect me with a few other funeral homes to help round out a full-time work schedule.”

“I’m sure he will. And if he doesn’t, please come back and see me. I would be more than willing to help you seek further opportunities.”

“It’s a deal,” she said, leaning across his large oak desk to shake his hand. “Thank you for all your support this year.”

“It was nothing, my dear. And might I add, thank you for taking young Llewellyn under your wing these last few weeks. I was so worried about that boy, but it seems he has found something to be passionate about that will suit him much better.”

She blew out a breath. “Let’s hope so. That kid was a disaster in the embalming room.”

“Oh, don’t I know it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Would he have passed his practicum?”

Mr. Hansley's silence said everything.

“That’s what I thought. Doesn’t matter now. He’ll be curing everyone’s cats of their rambunctious behaviours and running kitten kindergarten out of his dorm room in no time.” She laughed.

“I’ll have to bring him my tabby, Benedict. I can’t seem to stop him from scratching the dickens out of all my couch cushions,” Mr. Hansley mused, lost in a very specific thought. Snapping back to the room, he redirected his attention back to Spencer. “Have a wonderful summer, Ms. Williams, and the rest of your year. Stop by, will you? Let me know how work is going?”

“I will, Professor. Thank you again.” Spencer shook his hand once more and left his office.

As soon as she was in the hall, she grabbed her phone and called Brett. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey, Spence,” he purred on the other end of the line. His voice was like smooth honey. Warm, golden, full of happiness. “How was your last day?”

“So great. My evaluation was stellar, and it looks like I may get a job offer.” He couldn’t see her, but that didn’t stop her face from lighting up. Because that’s what Brett did to her. He made her happy. Stupid, punch-drunk happy. “I’m leaving campus now.”

“I’d love to meet up. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“I’ll text you my address and meet you at my place,” Spencer replied, exiting the west entrance. She was just as eager to see him.

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