Control Me | A Spencer Reid Story

Part 8

***Author Note: Hello My Lovelies! Thank you for your patience these past weeks! Revisions are now complete (first round anyway) and resubmitted, so I have finally been able to focus on this story again. Get ready for a couple of VERY steamy chapters as my way of saying how much I appreciate you for sticking with me! Enjoy! ~LizRenee

Wednesday Morning

"So, how are things going with you and Spencer?" Penelope asked as they sat at their favorite coffee shop.

Lia glanced over at her friend, arching an auburn brow in the process. "Penelope, you know very well I cannot discuss my clients with you."

Pen waved her hand in dismissal. "I'm not asking for specifics of what you guys talk about, girl. I just want to know if you two are getting along."

Raising her cup to her brightly-painted lips, the tech-savvy Garcia took a deep sip and waited for Lia to answer. Ever since returning from Portland, she had noticed how relaxed Spencer had seemed, more self-assured even. She had even thought she heard him whistling Monday morning when he strolled into the bullpen in a very un-Spencer-like fashion.

Clearly, whatever Lia was doing was working.

"Yes, he and I are getting along just fine, okay," Lia answered softly, her cheeks heating.

"I don't know what you have done with him in so short of a time, Lia, but I have seen a marked improvement in his mood," Penelope praised. "It's incredible. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it!"

Lia nearly choked on her sip of coffee at her friend's words, blushing profusely as she thought of the double-entendre Penelope had inadvertently used. Oh Garcia...if you only knew what we were doing...

She managed a weak smile and nod before nervously attempting to change the topic, but Penelope's shrewd eyes didn't fail to notice the color creeping up her friend's cheeks or how her eyes darted down to her mug repeatedly.

Oh Lia...what have you done? Penelope wondered.

Thursday Evening

"Hi," Lia said happily when she answered his call later that night.

"Hi yourself," he teased. "Is this a good time?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm just sitting on my couch, drinking tea, and wishing a certain Doctor was here so I wasn't alone."

"You could always come over," Spencer encouraged. "I would be more than glad for the company. Unless you were tired of coming to my apartment..."

She giggled. "I don't mind one bit if you don't. Although...if you were up for coming here I did have an idea we could try."

"I'm intrigued, Ms. Thomassen. Send me your address and I'll be there soon."

After disconnecting the call, Lia hopped off her couch to get ready, excitement brewing in her stomach. She quickly set her empty mug of tea in the sink and rushed to her bedroom, glad she had indulged in a bath just before Spencer had called. Nibbling on her lower lip, she pulled out the restraint set for her bed she had purchased, and hooked them to the posts.

Next, she slipped out of her plush robe and walked naked over to her closet, her eyes raking over her options. She settled on a sexy black micro dress that zipped from her cleavage to her thighs and decided to forego anything underneath. She set out a pair of matching black stilettos to slip into when he got there, knowing they would be hell to wear while she finished getting things set out.