Don't test me

Chapter Twenty Seven

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"Spencer! I don't know what to wear!" I yelled to him across the house, he came walking in and looked fine as hell. We just got off of a very long day at work, and we finally got some time off. His sleeves were rolled up, his shirt was unbuttoned, and his hair was a mess.

He walked over to the closest where I was standing, and grabbed my arm, lightly pulling me out of the way so he could look in the closet. I watched him look through for a while before I huffed and crossed my arms, "These things take time little one."

"Oh, so we're back to that now?" I said in a mocking tone.

He continued looking in the closet and then pulled out a shirt, I remembered wearing it one of the first nights Spencer and I started dating, and I knew exactly why he picked it. With a smile peering out of the corner of my mouth I grabbed the shirt from him and then turned around to place it on the bed.

I felt Spencer's hands grab onto my waist and his hot breath on my neck, "Where are those pants you wore on the Charles Daniel's case?"

I turned around and he kept his hands on my waist. He was about 5 inches away from my face, and it took everything in my body not to kiss him. I wanted him to pick me up, and fuck me right there and then. I had been so sexually deprived for so long, all I wanted was some relief, but Spencer had other plans.

I cleared my throat, hoping to relieve the tension, "Bottom right drawer."

Spencer let go of me and turned around, pulling out the pants. These pants were the godliest jeans I owned, and the only problem was how hard they were to take off. Last time I wore them I swear I was so close to cutting them off. I took the pants from him, and then shooed him out of the room to change.

After getting dressed I went to look in the mirror, and the first thing I saw was cleavage. "Well god damn," I said to myself.

"I can agree with that one." Reid walked into the room and stood behind me. He moved my hair out of the way and then kissed my neck. "Are you almost ready?"

"Mhm." He walked out of the bathroom and I watched SP chase after him, "Make sure to change SP's litter box before we leave!" I yelled, turning my attention back to the mirror.

After a long process of getting my hair the way I wanted it, I was finally ready to leave.

I walked out of my room and grabbed my purse, Spencer looked innocently speechless. "Alright, where are we going?" I joked,

"Surprise."

He opened the door for me and I walked out, and out to the car. "Ah, ah. You have to stay here." I heard Spencer say to SP, followed by a meow. I giggled to myself and then continued walking

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"Can I look now?" I questioned,

"Yes, you can look."

I opened my eyes and saw we were in the parking lot of my old strip club. "Really," I said, looking at him with an annoyed face.

"Come on, Mecca is inside waiting." He got out of the car, and walked over to my side,

I opened my door before he could and got out, "So you've been planning things with my best friend now."

He laughed and then grabbed my hand, walking me to the entryway. I had actually never gone in the entry all but once after I got the job. I always used the stage door. When we walked in it was just how I remembered it, terrible. The dancers were different though, they always were.