Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
But the closer we get to Spencer’s house, the more my resolve starts to fade. What if I’m the only one feeling this way? Spencer did try to kiss me, but once again, we were in public where plenty of important people could see. What if this date was just another attempt at solidifying our fake relationship? The fact that Candy was there makes that seem more likely. Spencer acted surprised, but it made sense to me she would’ve shown up. No, her comments didn’t bother me, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still wary of the reality of this relationship.
I sigh quietly, the sound hidden by the music playing on Spencer’s radio. Abby was right. I’ll never be able to trust this relationship because all I can think about is how Spencer has ulterior motives for everything we do. This has to end. We can’t keep going beyond our fake dating schedule. I’ll never make it, not when I’m starting to wonder what is real and what is fake.
I told Malia and Abby that I’d talk to Spencer before making a final decision, but what’s the point? He could tell me he is madly in love with me, and I wouldn’t be able to believe him. Why was I dumb enough to get involved in a fake dating scheme in the first place?
The real reason is that I liked Spencer and wanted to get to know him. Sure, the potential new business was great, and it has gone well for me so far, but I truly thought Spencer and I had something that first time we met. That could still be true, but I’ll never know for sure, and that’s enough for my hesitation. My body turns rigid, and all the excitement leaves.
I yawn as Spencer turns into his driveway.
“Yeah, I’m tired, too,” he says. “Long day. But I was hoping we could still hang out for a bit.”
I look at my car, once again remembering how out-of-place it is here. Spencer and I are from different worlds, and that’s yet another reason why this would never work out.
“I don’t know. I think I might go home and go to bed.”
He claps his hands together. “Just a little while?”
I sigh. “Yeah, okay, just a little bit.”
The downstairs of Spencer’s house is complete, but the extra bedrooms upstairs still need the finishing touches. I still want to see his face when he gets to see the finished product. The office has been off-limits to him. He might not be as excited about that room as I am, but I think he’ll like it when he sees it.
I sit down on the couch first, and when Spencer joins me, he sits extra close like he did after his bathroom trip the other night.
We look at each other, and those same sparks fly. My resolve in the car, the one telling me to leave before I’m in too deep, disappears, and when Spencer leans toward me for a kiss, I meet him halfway. This time, there is no frenzy. We’re both calm and cool as our bodies connect, our clothes falling to the floor like parachutes rather than bundles of lead.
“Tonight is all about you,” Spencer says, his voice breathless as he peppers my naked body with kisses from my lips down to the sensitive skin between my legs. His lips work wonders on me, his hands joining the party, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
It’s too much for me, and when I lose it, I scream out Spencer’s name, my fingers tangled in the long hair I love so much.
I can taste myself on him as we kiss. “I want to make you feel that way, too.”
He smiles but shakes his head. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”
In my mind, I know that’s not true, but when Spencer slips a condom on from his wallet and lines himself up with my opening, I spread my legs wide, much preferring this to the alternative.
Our bodies collide in magic. It’s not fair that something I know I can’t have can feel this good. I want to feel this way forever, and at the same time, I wish I never felt it at all.
Our kisses remain slow and sexy. My fingers scratch along Spencer’s back as he thrusts in and out of me, careful not to leave marks the way we promised.
My body is on fire when Spencer says he’s close. He grips my hips as he finishes, still buried deep inside me, protected from any unwanted celebrity pregnancy. That would definitely put a wrench in my life plans.
When Spencer collapses, he makes sure not to fall onto me. This leather couch is wide enough for us both to lie side by side comfortably, but Spencer cuddles close to me anyway.