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I get a pedicure.

Fuck!

We walk into the parking garage, walking over to the black SUV. I open the vehicle, placing the bags inside. I open the right rear passenger door helping Dior into the SUV, closing the door. I walk over to the driver's side, opening the door, sliding inside, looking at Dior through the rearview mirror before starting the SUV.

“Dior, would you like to go back home?” I ask, looking at her through the mirror.

“Yes, I need to take a shower. Will you wash my back for me,” Dior asks, completely deadpan, raising her eyebrow challenging me.

“Hmph,” I grunt, reversing the SUV out of the parking space.

“Is that a yes, wonderful! I’m also going to need you to help me dress,” Dior says, grinning. She looks at her long fingernails, trying to control her laughter.

“Right,” I say, nodding.

Seven

Dior

A while later, I walk out of the bathroom in a fluffy dark fuchsia towel, grinning as I look at the closed door, shaking my head.

OMG!

He’s so damn hot, and I loved pushing his buttons while shopping.

I know that Spencer was turned on.

I love, love, love it!

I think that I like him. I should thank my Father for giving me such a fantastic man toy.

Yup, he’s going to be mine.

I dress quickly in a sexy black dress, sliding on some red strappy high heels. I turn in front of the mirror and adjust my hair.

I’m so excited that I can’t stop smiling.

I grab my purse walking over to my bedroom door. I pull it open, grinning, ready to provoke Spencer.

“Hey Spencer, I want to go out to the club,” I say, walking over to Spencer, sliding my arm through his.

“Dior, you can go, but I need to go with you,” Spencer says sternly.

Spencer looks down at me through hooded eyes, taking in my beautiful eyes as they twinkle impishly at him.

A few minutes later, Spencer drives to the Excalibur club after picking up my BFF’s Candace and Jillian.

We walk into the club, laughing and looking around the room. Spencer walks right behind us, keeping his head on a swivel, looking to the right and left, checking out the people.

I walk over to the booth at the end, Jillian and Candance slide in next to me.

The waiter immediately walks over, pushing a cart. He grabs a chilled bottle of champagne from the cart, popping it open, and pours the bubbling liquid into the long-fluted glasses. He places the bottle of tequila along with the shot glasses and limes on the table.

“Thanks, Ben,” I say, smiling, bopping my head to the beat of the music.

I take the glasses handing one to Jillian and Candace. I grab a glass, winking at Spencer, I take a sip.

“Jillian, Candace, let’s toast to my gorgeous bodyguard, Spencer,” I say, smirking, tapping the glass to my friends’ glass.

“Yes, to Spencer,” Jillian says, laughing, looking at him. She takes a long pull of the champagne.

“Dior, you know that I’m in,” Candace says, grinning. She glances at Spencer, nodding winks at him.

I look at Spencer over the fluted glass, drinking all of the champagne.

Hell, yes, he’s so damn sexy.

I set the glass down on the table, smiling at Spencer, turning to look out on the dance floor.

“Jillian, Candace, let’s go dance,” I say, laughing, throwing back my head. I walk out to the dance floor, swaying my hips to the music. I pump my hands up, biting my lower lip, I gather my hair. I allow my hair to fall in a golden-brown cloud around my shoulders, turning to gaze into Spencer’s heated eyes.

Spencer’s heat eyes gaze into my needy eyes.

Yes, he’s going to fall right into my hands, and I’m thinking that I’m not letting him go.

Spencer stands near the table, crossing his arms, staring at me, clenching his jaw. His eyes roam over my face, slowing down my slender neck, stopping at my breasts. He then looks down my stomach, hips, and down to my feet.

Eight

Dior

I continue to tease and torment Spencer every day, all day long, during the following days. Spencer stays with me, shadowing my every move.

Three weeks later, Spencer stands a few feet away from me on the Excalibur club's first floor.

He looks around the club, watching for any threat. He then looks at me, throwing my head back, watching my golden-brown hair fall down my back, laughing.

I look at him, gazing into his eyes, pursing my lips; I blow him a kiss as I dance around the dance floor.

Candace and Jillian dance right next to me. We’re laughing and having a good time.

Spencer watches me dance, laugh, and flirt with him. He crosses his arms, standing at the edge of the dance floor, grinding his jaw.

Yeah, this is fun, and teasing Spencer is hilarious. I need to go to the ladies' room to freshen up a little; too many people on the dance floor make me sweaty.

I don’t do sweaty.

I walk off the dance floor, walking down the hallway towards the bathroom. I stumble, I lean against the wall, straighten up, I hold onto the wall. I take a step when suddenly a hand grabs my arm, spinning me around.

“What the hell?” I yell, looking up at the tall, muscular man. My eyes widen, and I try to pull my arm away from the bastard.

“Hello, darling,” Roger says, pulling me closer to him. He leans down to stare at me; his eyes roam my face, sneering.

“Let me go,” I yell, trying once again to free my arm from Roger’s vice-like grip.

“Never, in fact, I’m taking you home with me,” Roger says, leering.

“I don’t want to go with you; I hate you,” I yelled,

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