Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Obsession (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1) (5 page)

             
It was pitch dark, except for the burnt orange glow of a few street lamps lining the drive leading up to the ER. I found my way over to a concrete bench, off to the side of the hospital in the shadow of a towering tree. This must have been where all the smokers went to get their fix because there were cigarette butts littering the ground. In fact, one of the butts was still letting off a lingering trail of smoke, so I stomped my right foot down on top of it, putting it out of its misery as I sat down on the bench.
I wish someone would put me out of my
misery,
I thought to myself.

              I hunched over in the dark, feeling depressed and alone, but I knew I could only blame myself. After all,
I
was the one who lied to Spencer about being single.
I
was the one who had said 'yes' to John's engagement even though I really didn't want to.
I
was the one who got myself into this mess and
I
was the only one who would be able to get myself out. If it would even be possible at this point. By now, Spencer probably hated me—and for good reason. I didn't deserve his forgiveness. And as I sat there and thought about all of these things, my emotions got the best of me and I began to cry, the tears streaming down my face turning into ugly sobs.

              All of a sudden I felt a wave of terror come over me, sending goosebumps up and down my arms. I could feel someone's eyes on me in the darkness, watching my every move. I quieted my crying and tried to pull myself together so that I could figure out what to do. In my state of mental fog, I hadn't really paid attention to how isolated I was from everything else—how dangerous it might be, but now that I knew someone was out there watching me it became all too clear that I shouldn't be sitting here alone in the dark. My breathing intensified and just as I was about to bolt, I felt my phone vibrate inside of my purse.

              I scrambled to answer it, grabbing my cell phone and expecting to see Bridget's name and picture on the screen, but to my surprise it was completely blank and it wasn't ringing.
What in the world?
I continued to feel a vibration coming from inside my purse. I reached around with my fingers, trying to find the object that was causing the disturbance. Finally, after a few seconds of digging, my fingers wrapped around the culprit—
of course:
it was the work phone that Spencer had given me earlier in the day. I had completely forgotten that I had stashed it in my bag and here it was, ringing. As I held it up in front of my face, I squinted at its brightness, trying to make out who was calling. With no success, finally I just answered.

              “Hello?” I said, my voice cracking with nervousness and confusion.

              “Miss Prescott, you shouldn't be putting yourself in such dangerous situations,” scolded the velvety smooth voice on the other end of the line. It was a familiar voice—one I'd been longing to hear for hours now.

              “Oh, Spencer,” I breathed. “Where are you? I need your help. I think I'm being watched,” I whispered. Oh, great. He's going to think I'm crazy. I definitely sounded like a crazy person.

              “Yes, you most definitely are,” he stated. Then, I felt a state of panic come over me as I heard a twig snap directly behind me among all the trees lining the edge of the hospital.

              “Spencer please! I'm scared. You've got to come help me. I'm at the hospital,” I blurted out. “I know I don't deserve your help, but please just get here!” I screamed, then all of a sudden the line went dead and all I could hear was a dial tone.

              Whoever had broken the twig was getting closer—I could hear the footsteps approaching behind me and I spun around, swinging my handbag out in front of me. I heard a loud thud as it made contact with something and then a man’s voice yell out, “Shit! What the fuck,” he groaned.

              Wait, I
knew
that voice. “Spencer?!” I screeched.

              “Yes, but I'm not sure how much of me is left,” he replied, sounding agitated.

              I rushed to his aide in the darkness. “Oh, Spencer! I'm so sorry. I had no idea it was you. Why didn't you just say something?” I retorted. “I thought you were some crazy person coming after me,” I defended myself.

              “I know,” he sighed. “I just wasn't sure you'd stay if you knew it was me and I didn't want you to leave without talking to me.”

              I pulled him towards me in the darkness and pressed my body into his, breathing in his woodsy clean scent, mixed with a little bit of sweat. “Are you okay?” I whispered, concerned that I'd seriously hurt him.

              I felt him shake his head 'no' and then he replied, “I think I'll be okay, but in the future, remind me to never get on your bad side. You've got one heck of a swing for such a small little girl,” he teased, poking me in the ribs.

              I laughed and then the weight of what he'd just said sank in. “The future?”

              “Yes, Emily. I was hoping you'd still be coming back to work for me,” he responded, his voice hopeful.

              “Wait, you're not mad at me? You still want me around even after I lied to you?” I asked, surprised that he wasn't more angry with me.

              “Of course I still want you around. I adore you, Emily. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t pull myself away from you. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in…well, a really long time. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to again. And then here you come along and knock me off my feet. I don't think there's much more in this world that could make me happier than seeing you in my office every day,” he confessed.

              My heart nearly fluttered out of my chest and I was taken aback by his words. Suddenly I felt his arms wrap around my body, enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth. It was strange to me, how being with him could feel so safe, yet so dangerous all at once. I wanted to respond to his feelings, but I didn’t know how. At least, not yet.

              As if he had read my mind he said, “Alright, then,” and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. “Let's get you home before Bridget sends out the cavalry.”

              I laughed and said, “She knows I'm here?”

              “Of course. I called to let her know after I checked you in. She threatened me within an inch of my life if I didn't take care of you. She really loves you, you know?” he said as he guided me back to his car.

              “I know,” I smiled as he held the passenger door open for me. Spencer's car was incredibly nice and incredibly sporty. In fact, it probably cost more than my tuition at CCU. Because of this fact, I was a little intimidated to get inside, but he just laughed and shooed me in, closing the door behind me. As I sat there, waiting for him to come around to the driver’s side of the car I noticed that it still had that “new car” smell mixed with leather. Everything about Spencer exuded wealth, but not in a bad way. It was actually quite comforting to me.

              As he slipped in beside me I said, “Nice car.”

              He just laughed and shook his head as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, turning back onto the main road. I suddenly remembered that he had left the hospital earlier after his confrontation with John.

              “Spencer, how did you know where to find me?” I asked, warily. “You left the hospital earlier.”

              I could see a flash of embarrassment on his face. He stared straight ahead at the road as he replied, “No, I never left. I meant to. I even got out the front doors, but I just couldn't bring myself to truly leave you there. Alone with
him,
not knowing if you’d be okay so I turned around and went back to sit in the waiting room so I could keep an eye on you. An hour or so later I saw John leave in a hurry. He was really upset,” he glanced at me, hopeful for confirmation.

              “Yes, he was. I confessed to him that I made a mistake by saying yes to his engagement. I told him that I couldn't be with him,” I explained.

              “Wow, I'm so sorry, Emily. I had no idea about any of this. Obviously if I had known you were in a relationship I wouldn't have come on so strongly. But that's not to say I wouldn't have wanted to,” he grinned at me. “In all seriousness, though, I hope it wasn't anything that I did to compromise your relationship with him,” he said as he reached out to take my left hand in his, intertwining our fingers. I couldn't help but notice that they fit perfectly together, like two matching puzzle pieces.

              I smiled at him. “Of course not. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the only one to blame here. I'm sorry for not just being honest with you in the first place.”

              “Nonsense. You can't beat yourself up over all of this. After all, I have to admit, you did try to get me to back off, but I am rather persistent, aren't I?” he smiled as he pulled up outside of Bridget and I's townhouse. He turned the car off, headlights and all and then got out of the driver's seat and came around to open my door for me. Spencer gave me his hand as he helped me out of the car and we slowly walked up the sidewalk to the front door of the house.

              “Wait,” he said, “where’s your engagement ring?” He reached for my hand, running his fingertips over my ring finger as if to verify that it was missing. “If you were engaged this whole time, I don't recall seeing a ring on your finger,” he continued. “And trust me, I notice those kinds of things.”

              I laughed softly, “I know. There wasn't one. It's off being resized. How convenient, right?” I blushed at my actions, hanging my head in shame. We had stopped just outside the front door. The inside of the house was dark and I imagined that Bridget was off on a date or hanging out with friends from school as she did most nights.

              Spencer placed his fingers under my chin and gently forced me to look up at him. “Emily,” he whispered.

              “Yes, Spencer?” I asked as I looked at him timidly.

              “Do you want me?” he inquired, gazing deep into my eyes.

              The question caught me off guard. Almost as if he knew about the secret dream I'd had of the two of us and I gasped at his forwardness. My want for him had returned full force. Even more than before in the elevator. And now there was nothing stopping me from giving in to his spell.

              I nodded timidly, afraid of what I was giving him permission to do. “Yes, Spencer. I want you,” I whispered back, entranced.

              “Good,” he smiled devilishly as he reached forward, drawing my face into his hands. His mouth was suddenly on mine and it was as if an atom bomb had detonated inside of me. I had waited an excruciatingly long time for this kiss and it was as breathtaking as I imagined it would be, our tongues caressing in the dark, exploring one another. And then suddenly he pulled away from me, leaving me with my mouth open, wanting more from him.

              “I'll see you at work tomorrow, Emily Anne,” he breathed into my ear as he ran his long, masculine fingers down the length of my neck and over my chest, gently squeezing my breasts between his palms. “And you're going to have to start taking better care of yourself. Because from now on there won't be any time-outs or Dr. visits,” he whispered ominously.

              I let out an involuntary moan and he smiled, gently releasing me from his grip. And just like that he turned and walked back down the sidewalk as if our kiss hadn’t just happened and without another word, he got into his car and drove away.

              As I stood there in the darkness, still quivering from the taste of his kiss, I realized that Spencer Ford had me right where he wanted me—and I had to admit I kind of liked it. A wicked smile slowly formed on my once innocent lips,
Maybe being his “assistant” wouldn't be so bad after all.

              I awoke the next morning still feeling groggy and confused about the night before—which felt more like a lifetime ago. After Spencer brought me home from the hospital and we shared that amazing kiss, I couldn't get him out of my head. I still wanted him just as much today as I did last night, if not more.

              I rubbed my eyes and sighed, feeling content with the way things were going between Spencer and I. Even though, admittedly I was still a little nervous about the whole situation. I had never had sex with such an older man—not to mention a wealthy billionaire who was basically
paying
me to do so.
Is this really my life?
I felt giddy at the possibility of danger. I had lived, up until this point, playing it safe and finally I was doing something that scared the hell out of me. Not to mention, something I doubted my parents would approve of. The thought made me smile, as waves of longing pulsed between my thighs.

              I sat up on the edge of my bed as I heard Bridget walk down the hallway. Her footsteps hesitated at my bedroom door, as if trying to decide whether or not to knock. Thankfully she decided against it. I listened as she maneuvered her way through the rest of the house until, finally I heard the front door open and then close behind her. I didn't realize it until she was gone that I'd been holding my breath the entire time, waiting for her to leave.

              I loved Bridge to death, but I just didn't feel like starting my day with all the drama. I knew after what had happened last night that she would want a full play-by-play of all the details of the love triangle that was my life and I just didn't want to deal with it. Was it so wrong of me to be protective of my memory of Spencer and I's shared kiss? I didn't think so.

              Once I was certain she was gone, I started getting myself ready for “work.” As I looked through my closet, all of the clothes that I had picked out during my shopping trip with Bridget now seemed a little off the mark, not quite sexy enough. As I thought about the day ahead I got butterflies.
I hope I don’t disappoint him,
I thought to myself, worried. After all, the only guy I'd ever been with was John and well...we were both virgins when we got together so it basically didn't count. I was sure a man of Spencer's age and social status had lots of experience and I hoped I would be enough.

              I picked out my sexiest outfit—a form-fitting, just-above-the-knee, black dress. It had a deep-v down the front to show off my cleavage and I paired it with my basic black stiletto high-heels. Once I had decided on my outfit it was time to move on to hair and makeup. Now that I knew my job didn't consist of much actual office work I left my hair long and wavy, hoping Spencer would be tempted to run his fingers through it again.

              I put the finishing touches on my makeup and then checked myself out in the mirror.
Not too bad
. I was impressed with myself, considering I didn't have any help from Bridget, the Fashion Queen.
Maybe there was hope for me, yet. I could get used to this sexier side of me.

              I winked approvingly at my reflection and then I was off.

*****

              When I arrived at Ford Enterprises my whole body was on edge. I had no idea what to expect and the excitement of the unknown was starting to make me wet—the anticipation of seeing Spencer again, allowing my body to be used by him in ways I hadn't ever dreamed of. He had assured me that it wasn’t just about the sex, but I had to admit: the idea had grown on me since yesterday—especially after seeing how much he really cared for me.

              As I waited for the elevator that would take me up to the 42nd floor, my breathing started to quicken.
Am I really going to go through with this? Can I?
But as the elevator doors opened up, I knew there was no turning back and I willed my feet to step inside. Each passing floor seemed to last an eternity, but finally the number
42
flashed across the top as the elevator came to a stop.

              I stepped out into the dark lobby and was surprised to find that there was only silence. Not even any faint piano music playing like there had been the day before. Admittedly, I was a little disappointed that Spencer didn't have any confetti or balloons waiting for me after our kiss last night.

              I was snapped out of my thoughts, though, when all of a sudden I felt the presence of someone...or some
thing
behind me. The hair on my arms and neck stood at attention, urging me to run. Before I could react, I heard a stern, commanding voice whisper, “Don't you dare move.”

              Even though it sounded like Spencer and I was 99% sure it
was
him, it was still unsettling and I had the urge to turn around and verify for myself...just to be sure. I started to turn my head and look, but before I could, there were two strong hands gripping either side of my face, holding me in place. Almost as if he didn't want me to really know it was him.

              A shiver ran down my spine and I whimpered in fear. The voice was suddenly back, but this time up against my left ear. “Oh, sweetheart. I don't think so. I've been waiting for this moment for far too long and you're not going to ruin it for me,” he said dark and gravelly. In a way that I hadn't ever heard Spencer speak. “Mmm, baby. You smell so good,” he breathed as he ran his fingers up and down my body, pressing himself into my back, the length of his hard cock grinding into me. Suddenly, I felt his fingers reach around to the front of my dress, running his hands over my mound—the only thing standing in his way was the fabric of my tight dress. “Oh, God,” he moaned into my ear.

              I could feel my knees becoming weaker with want for him and I gave in, involuntarily to his touch. I sighed, pressing my ass back into his cock, wanting nothing more than for it to be inside of me. I'd waited for it for too long—fought the urges for too long. I needed it, and
now.
I writhed  in pleasure as I felt his hardness teasing my backdoor through my dress.

              He laughed softly, amused, and then whispered, “Oh, no, sweetheart. Let's not rush things. I've got a surprise for you first. Let's put this on you,” he said as he placed a silk blindfold over my eyes, wrapping it tightly around the back of my head.

              “Spencer, what are you doing?” I asked, starting to feel a bit uneasy. I mean, after all, it was only my first day. I wasn't ready for all
this.

              “It's okay. I won't hurt you...much,” I could hear his smile coming through in his words and it reassured me that his intentions weren't bad and that maybe it was all in good fun. I felt him nudge me forward so I started walking, trusting that he would guide me where I needed to go. “Very good. That's a good girl,” he cooed as he held me around my waist, coaxing me down the dark hallway. Suddenly we came to a stop and I could hear him opening a door. I knew it wasn't his office because we hadn't gone far enough, plus this door was on the left, whereas his office was on the right.

              “Go on,” he said as he pushed me forward into the open room. I stumbled inside and immediately felt a sense of dread. Even though I was blindfolded and couldn't see anything, I could tell that this wasn't a room that got used very often. Why was he bringing me in here?
And why did I need to be blindfolded?