way I enter Moments.”
“Usual, but it’s been so long since you have.” Regina tapped her foot. “When you see I’m busy, you don’t come in until I’m done.”
“You didn’t look busy.” Spencer walked towards her.
Regina shivered as he moved closer, all sexy and possessive. “I was working. He’s one of our vendors.”
“What does he sell? Beds?” Spencer paused before her. “Seems like he wanted to get you into one.”
“He provides us with linens,” she countered, then put up her hand. “I can’t believe you, walking in here acting like I did something wrong. I didn’t.”
“I know you’d never cheat on me, Reggie.” His tone was sure.
“Then what was all that? You almost pounded your chest when you said ‘my wife’, and I expected to be dragged off by my hair to your lair or something.” She narrowed her eyes. “Then you calmed so fast. Why?”
“He wasn’t a threat. You belong to me. It was just a reminder to him…Blake, I think you said…of who has the right to touch you like this.” He leaned close and spoke by her ear. “I’m here for us to have lunch together and to ask my wife on a date.”
“Huh. A date?” Regina blinked, shivering as she inhaled his woodsy scent. It was from his bath gel and lotion. God, the things it did to her.
“Don’t sound so shocked. We used to take date nights all the time.”
“Yeah that was before—” She bit her lip.
“Exactly.” Spencer ran his thumb over her lip, removing it from between her teeth. “Dating so we can get comfortable again. That’s a new rule.”
“I’m getting tired of you and these rules.” Regina touched his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.
“Rules are good. You only like them when you make them.” Spencer rubbed his thumb along her lip. Regina followed it with her tongue.
He lowered his hand, taking a step back. “Behave, Reggie.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who was touching my lip. You are.” She smiled.
“Put the lunch on the table—I’m going to the bathroom for a moment.” Spencer held up a bag.
“Where the heck did that come from?” Regina frowned. “You’re acting like Houdini today.”
“You just didn’t notice me bringing it in. Maybe we can chat about how Blake distracted you.” Spencer looked at her pointedly as he handed her the bag.
“I thought you trusted me.”
“I do.” Spencer glanced at the door. “It’s him I don’t trust.”
He went into the little kitchen area she had in her office and placed his cell on the table, then continued across the room to the adjoining full bath off her office.
Regina moved to the table and opened the Braxton’s restaurant bag. She took out the food, checked the containers then placed what she knew would be his next to his cell on the table, then arranged hers. She got the drinks he had bought and set them down. Regina looked to the bathroom and, seeing Spencer was washing up, she turned and reached for his cell. She quickly scrolled through and did what she needed to do, replaced the cell then sat. Soon, Spencer joined her. He picked up his cell and typed something.
“Who are you texting?”
“Dakota, to let him know lunch is here.”
She stared at him.
“I picked up lunch for those at the office who wanted it. It’s at the front desk.”
Regina recalled the times he’d come to the office to have lunch with her. He had always checked before to see who wanted something from Braxton’s, the restaurant that they often ordered from.
“You didn’t call me.”
“Because I knew what you would say—‘just bring me something. You know what I like’. That’s what you would have said.” Spencer opened his container then held out a wrapped set of utensils to her.
Regina took them and glared. “Mister Know-It-All.” She couldn’t dispute him since he was right.
“Nope. That’s Dris.” He smiled.
Regina flinched before she controlled it.
Spencer stared. “What is with you? Do you have a problem
“Usual, but it’s been so long since you have.” Regina tapped her foot. “When you see I’m busy, you don’t come in until I’m done.”
“You didn’t look busy.” Spencer walked towards her.
Regina shivered as he moved closer, all sexy and possessive. “I was working. He’s one of our vendors.”
“What does he sell? Beds?” Spencer paused before her. “Seems like he wanted to get you into one.”
“He provides us with linens,” she countered, then put up her hand. “I can’t believe you, walking in here acting like I did something wrong. I didn’t.”
“I know you’d never cheat on me, Reggie.” His tone was sure.
“Then what was all that? You almost pounded your chest when you said ‘my wife’, and I expected to be dragged off by my hair to your lair or something.” She narrowed her eyes. “Then you calmed so fast. Why?”
“He wasn’t a threat. You belong to me. It was just a reminder to him…Blake, I think you said…of who has the right to touch you like this.” He leaned close and spoke by her ear. “I’m here for us to have lunch together and to ask my wife on a date.”
“Huh. A date?” Regina blinked, shivering as she inhaled his woodsy scent. It was from his bath gel and lotion. God, the things it did to her.
“Don’t sound so shocked. We used to take date nights all the time.”
“Yeah that was before—” She bit her lip.
“Exactly.” Spencer ran his thumb over her lip, removing it from between her teeth. “Dating so we can get comfortable again. That’s a new rule.”
“I’m getting tired of you and these rules.” Regina touched his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.
“Rules are good. You only like them when you make them.” Spencer rubbed his thumb along her lip. Regina followed it with her tongue.
He lowered his hand, taking a step back. “Behave, Reggie.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who was touching my lip. You are.” She smiled.
“Put the lunch on the table—I’m going to the bathroom for a moment.” Spencer held up a bag.
“Where the heck did that come from?” Regina frowned. “You’re acting like Houdini today.”
“You just didn’t notice me bringing it in. Maybe we can chat about how Blake distracted you.” Spencer looked at her pointedly as he handed her the bag.
“I thought you trusted me.”
“I do.” Spencer glanced at the door. “It’s him I don’t trust.”
He went into the little kitchen area she had in her office and placed his cell on the table, then continued across the room to the adjoining full bath off her office.
Regina moved to the table and opened the Braxton’s restaurant bag. She took out the food, checked the containers then placed what she knew would be his next to his cell on the table, then arranged hers. She got the drinks he had bought and set them down. Regina looked to the bathroom and, seeing Spencer was washing up, she turned and reached for his cell. She quickly scrolled through and did what she needed to do, replaced the cell then sat. Soon, Spencer joined her. He picked up his cell and typed something.
“Who are you texting?”
“Dakota, to let him know lunch is here.”
She stared at him.
“I picked up lunch for those at the office who wanted it. It’s at the front desk.”
Regina recalled the times he’d come to the office to have lunch with her. He had always checked before to see who wanted something from Braxton’s, the restaurant that they often ordered from.
“You didn’t call me.”
“Because I knew what you would say—‘just bring me something. You know what I like’. That’s what you would have said.” Spencer opened his container then held out a wrapped set of utensils to her.
Regina took them and glared. “Mister Know-It-All.” She couldn’t dispute him since he was right.
“Nope. That’s Dris.” He smiled.
Regina flinched before she controlled it.
Spencer stared. “What is with you? Do you have a problem
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