Page 69 of Falling for the CEO

She blushed. "Spencer!"

"It's true."

"Okay, I need to get ready. Are you going to change?"

"No."

"You're wearing a dress shirt."

"That's fine. I’ll roll up my sleeves."

"You can totally do that. I mean, I was hoping you might wear something with short sleeves, but it doesn't matter."

"Just go change."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

I waited for her in the entrance area. Becky watched me suspiciously for two minutes before coming closer to my hand and nudging it with her nose. That was when I finally started petting her. I learned that Becky only liked interaction on her terms. As long as you waited for her to make the first move, you were golden.

Penny returned ten minutes later.

"Fuck me," I exclaimed.

She gasped. "Spencer!"

"You come to me like this and expect us to leave the house at all?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I expect. I'm wearing a dress!"

I couldn't tell why her dress had such an impact on me. At first glance, it was simple: white, cotton, and probably lace. Something that had holes in it anyway. It was cut above the cleavage, so it didn't show anything. But something about it was extremely enticing. Maybe it was how it fit her curves or the way her hair rested around her bare shoulders.

I pulled her closer and barely suppressed the instinct to push my hand up her dress. Instead, I fisted her hair. It felt even silkier than usual between my fingers. She rose on her toes, placing her lips on my Adam's apple, and I nearly lost it. I groaned, dropping my head back.

"Mm, decisions, decisions."

"What are you saying?" I muttered.

"I like driving you crazy, but I also want to go on a boat with you."

I straightened up, looking down at her. She was giddy. I'd never seen anyone so unabashedly express their joy. After our trip to the farmers’ market, I felt like she never really got back to her normal self that day, so I was glad to see her happy again. And if I had anything to say about it, she would stay in this perpetual state of happiness.

"Then let's go," I said.

"Oh, your voice is hoarse already. We have, like, two minutes to actually get out of the house."

I chuckled. "You know me well."

"I do my best."

When we were outside, she looked sideways at my place. "Are they okay?"

"Yes. He’d finished eating when I came. Now they’re out for a walk.”

"Where exactly are we going?" she asked once we were in the car.

"I haven't checked yet what my assistant sent me."

She gasped. "You asked your assistant to look into this?"

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