Page 198 of Dream Girl
“Yeah, if Jett doesn’t make me have more dancing lessons.” I laughed. Oh, how I loved dancing lessons, especially when Spencer joined in.
I put away the clean pans. Wes took care of the things too high for me to put away without standing on the counter.
“I want to talk to Spencer, anyway,” I added.
Wes effortlessly placed a bowl in the top cabinet. “Are you taking the job?”
“I think I’m ready to accept. I… I should go back to work soon, right?” Most of my life I’d been working, given my dad had a hardware store, and we all helped. Now that I was feeling better, not working seemed weird.
His arms circled my waist. “Ifyou want to and feel up to it. If you want to stay home for a while, that’s fine. You not working isn’t breaking the budget. There’s a lot to assimilate.”
True. A lot of what I’d been looking up online this week was practical, so I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.
“Seriously. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not hurting for money,” he added.
“You do have a lovely home, and nice cars. But you also have five people with incomes.” I shrugged.
Wes laughed. “True. Some of them have giant incomes.”
I leaned into him. “Honestly, I’m excited. Spencer’s company is doing some really incredible things.”
“They are. We can drive in and have lunch together. I think you’ll like it there. What project are you going to take?” he asked.
Wes had heard all about my options as I’d tried to figure out where and if I’d fit.
“The simulator project.” I still wasn’t sure if I could do it, but I didn’t feel comfortable joining one of the in-progress projects.
“It’ll be great.” Wes kissed me.
As I went upstairs, music serenaded me. Brennan had his eyes closed as he played something dark and forceful on the piano.I slipped through the living area and went to Spencer’s suite of rooms.
I hadn’t spent much time here, but it was the same setup as Wes’. The door was open, and I ducked my head in. “Spencer?”
“In here,” he called from another room.
I slipped in. Spencer’s living room was elegant and understated, much like him, with overstuffed brown leather couches and chairs, and shelves full of books.
“Do you have a moment?” I stood in the office doorway. Wood-paneled and full of dark wood furniture and more books, it felt almost like we should be smoking cigars and having brandy after dinner.
Spencer sat in a burgundy leather chair behind a large wooden desk, working on his laptop. He wore a T-shirt and chinos, instead of a suit, feet bare, but still looked dashing and debonair.
Spencer smiled, his glasses slipping down his straight nose, his arm going out slightly. “Let me finish this email, and I’m all yours.”
Without thinking, I slid onto his lap like I would Wes. My hand went to my mouth as I realized what I’d done. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be weird–”
Why had I done that? It was one thing to lean on him when watching something, it was another to sit on his lap when he was at his desk.
His arm tightened around me just enough to let me know he wanted me to stay without restraining me.
Spencer’s breath brushed my ear as his voice went low and growly, “Darling, if this is where you need to be, then this is where you belong.”
My breath caught at the endearment as he shifted me so I was curled into him, and balanced on the chair, but his hands were free to type. It felt… nice. Comfortable.
“Perfect. May I call you that? Darling?” Spencer murmured. “I don’t know how you feel about endearments. Perhaps we will try a few out?”
“I like it.”Darling.It made me feel treasured, special, in a different way than I did when with Wes. I wasn’t really used to calling people sweet things, other than occasionally using the silly nickname I had for Wes from when we were kids, but I noticed that Ireallyliked being called them.
I rested my head on his chest, the shirt soft under my cheek.
