Mr. Big Shot (Suits & Sevens #1) - Isla Olsen Page 0,17
backseat before closing the door and moving to the front of the car. What I’m not expecting this time, however, is to find my boss already seated in the car when I slide in.
I blink at him several times as I try to rein in my surprise. “Hey. I didn’t realize you’d be here.”
“We’re going to the same place,” he says with the barest of smiles.
“And where’s that?”
“Atlantic City.”
My head snaps around in shock. “Atlantic City? Are you serious?”
He nods. “Deadly. They’re levelling the site for a hotel complex we’ve got in development.”
“So…I get to see them blow something up?”
“Yeah.”
I let out a low whistle. “Damn, that’s cool.”
“I’ll also need you to take some photos and notes,” he says.
I shrug. “Yeah, no problem, I can do that.”
Spencer gives a little nod of satisfaction. “Good.”
I spend the next little while trying to sneak glimpses of him from the corner of my eye; eventually I give up on being furtive and decide to just steer into the skid of staring directly at him.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Spencer asks warily as I continue to scrutinize his features.
“I’m checking to see if it’s actually you. I’ve been worried you might have been killed and a robot was feeding me orders in your place. But now I can see you’re breathing so either you’ve been alive this whole time or this is some seriously advanced AI technology.”
He arches a skeptical brow. “You thought I was dead?”
I shrug. “It seemed like the logical explanation for the fact that I’ve now worked for you for almost a month and have seen you a grand total of three times. I mean, surely someone as mature and professional as you wouldn’t go to extreme lengths to avoid their PA just because they felt uncomfortable?” Oh shit. I so hadn’t planned to bring this up. I honestly didn’t even think I was that bothered by it anymore after my chat with Maya, but apparently my mouth thinks otherwise.
Spencer lets out a soft sigh. “Alright, I may have thought it would be a good idea to put some professional distance between us.”
I scoff. “Professional distance? Spencer, Taylor Swift and Kanye have a closer working relationship than we do.” I shift around a little so I can face him directly, fixing him with as sincere a look as I can muster. “Look, just so you know, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m not going to jump your bones every time I walk into your office,” I assure him. “And you really don’t need to parade a bunch of Victoria’s Secret models in front of my desk and talk about what you plan to do with them. I definitely get the picture.”
Spencer’s forehead creases. “What are you talking about? I don’t know any Victoria’s Secret models.”
I roll my eyes. “Please. What about that woman a few weeks ago? In the black dress. She said you were hers for the next hour and if you didn’t behave she’d gag you.”
His brows shoot up almost comically. “Mariana? She’s one of my lawyers. She was talking figuratively.”
“Oh. Well what about the other night? That woman you left with?” I press. “You told her you were going to ‘own her’,” I lift my hands in air quotes to emphasize the words. “And she said she’d be the one on top.”
Spencer lets out a soft, rumbling chuckle that goes straight to my balls. “That was Felicity. We were on our way to the draft night for our fantasy football league.”
“Okay…I guess that’s a logical explanation…” I have no idea whether to be relieved or disappointed right now. I mean, I really shouldn’t be, but I can’t help feeling over the fucking moon to know that Spencer’s not involved with either of those women. At the same time, however, it had been hot as hell imagining Spencer as the kind of guy who likes to be dominated, so having that illusion shattered is a bit of a bummer. “Right,” I say with an awkward jerk of my head. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” I let out a soft chuckle in an attempt to ease some of the tension. “It was ridiculous. Obviously, you’re not someone who would like that kind of thing.”
“What kind of thing?” he asks, one eyebrow arched in challenge. He so knows what I’m talking about but he’s going to make me spell it out.
“You know…being gagged. And submitting and stuff.”
The corner of Spencer’s mouth curves into what I can only