Page 199 of Dream Girl
“You call megood doctor.” I gazed up at him.
“It’s a descriptor, not an endearment. But I don’t have to use it, if you don’t like it,” he added, stroking my hair at the nape of my neck.
“I don’t mind. It sounds distinguished.” I relaxed into him. This felt so nice.
“Good. Everything isalwaysopen to negotiation. The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable.” His weight shifted as he went back to typing his email.
I looked up at him as he worked, my head still on his chest. He was devastatingly handsome. He was also kind and thoughtful. But in very different ways than Wes or Evan.
“You’re staring,” he murmured, still typing.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” They added to his whole distinguished gentleman look. Okay, they wereslutty little glasses.But still…
“Sometimes.” He continued typing.
My mind wandered as Spencer’s hard cock jutted into me. What would it be like to have sex with Spencer? To be bent over that wooden desk and taken from behind. Or crawl under the desk and suck his cock as he worked.
Hey, thirsty girl, this is not a romance novel–and we’re not there yet.
True. But a girl could fantasize, right?
His lips grazed the top of my head. “Nearly done.”
Was this what Evan meant when he talked about getting different things from his guys? Wes and Evan wouldn’t blink if I asked for either of those things, but the idea of doing them with Spencer sent a very different thrill through my body. It seemed more right with him, just as sex in the bathtub felt more right with Evan.
Finally, he closed his laptop, and turned his attention to me.
“All done, Dearest. My attention is all yours. Thank you for being so patient. You were perfect,” he crooned, his hand once again playing with my hair.
Dearest.I liked that one, too. I also enjoyed him calling meperfect.It did something to me after a childhood of never doing anything right.
“I’ve been going through what you sent me, trying to figure everything out. Not just the different options, but figuring out what this world’s advancements are, where my knowledge might be deficient, or if I know things that aren’t common here.” I lounged comfortably in his lap, even though I should sit up for such an important business conversation.
“My good doctor, are you telling me that you’re accepting the job?” Spencer beamed.
“I think I am. I’d like to be on the simulator project, if it’s still an option. I don’t know if I can do it, but I want to give it a try.” Leaning into him, I let his leathery scent curl around me.
“I’m beyond pleased that you chose that project. The delightful thing is that we don’t know if it can be done. I’ll get everything completed on my end so you can start when you feel ready. No rush. Now we have to figure out who else we need to round out the team, perhaps do a little scouting,” he told me, one arm around me.
“I heard from Dr. Harlowe, who once again invited me to see her particle cutter. Maybe we can find someone at PIIP?” I looked up into his beautiful eyes and grinned.
Spencer chuckled. “That would be a good place to start. I’m so glad you’re going to join the team. When do you want to start? Again, no rush.”
“I’m not sure. The doctor said I can go back to work when I feel ready. I still need breaks right now, when I’m concentrating hard.” Which was part of why my progress on Evan’s videos had been slow.
He nodded, hand trailing down my neck. “We have no timeline. Perhaps we start with a few days a week in the office and a few days at home. I have other small projects for you as well, as does the head of special projects.”
“Yeah?” I perked. “Like helping with the high school internship program? That sounds fun.”
“Indeed. I’ll let them know that you’re interested,” he assured as he traced my collarbone. “Anything else troubling you?”
“My degree is fake here. I’m worried I’m going to mess up, say the wrong thing or something, and everyone will think I’m a fraud or know that things aren’t quite right. Wes says it’ll be fine, but there’s so many little differences.” I buried my face in his chest, worry consuming me.
His hand stroked my hair in a soothing gesture. “I believe in you. It will take a little time to get adjusted. You’re right, we should figure out a long-term solution to your university not existing here, but I know that you can do this. There are so many great things that we will accomplish together.”
There he went, once again, believing in me so much that it made me want to believe in myself.
“You belong here, with us, but I understand that every day you find so many little things to remind you of this world’s differences. I’m always here if you want to talk,” he added.
