"Ms. Robinson, Mr. Valdez has returned for pick up," The security informed Trina since closing time was in the next five minutes. "Let him in, thank you." She smiled warmly as she went to the back where Alissa — the art handler — sat alone, vibing to whatever her AirPods played. Trina tapped her shoulder, triggering a flinch, "Come into the light," Trina playfully whispered as she turned on the light. "Mr. Valdez has returned for the painting. Is it ready?" Alissa nodded, pointing to the package sitting on the counter. "I'll bring it out front," She informed Trina, who nodded and left the back to greet Christian.
"I have returned," He smiled with his arms open, playfully strutting towards her like a king. "The packaging is on its way, your majesty," Trina bowed playfully along; they laughed before engaging in conversation.
"Ah, there she is," Christian commented as Alissa entered the front area with the packaged painting. "It's been a pleasure, Ms. Robinson; we'll catch up." He sent her a wide smile.
A bright smile that can damn near compete with her lover's.
He has a beautiful smile.
"We will," Trina confirmed as he left the building. "Damn, he has pretty eyes," Alissa commented; Trina agreed. "Bright eyes like that scare me; it's like they see through you." Alissa added, "It does, and I feel the same way. The crazy thing is I have friends with colored eyes but not as bright as his, but you'd think it wouldn't be as intimidating." Alissa nodded at Trina's statement. They packed up, locking up the building as they left together. "I'll see you later," Alissa said; Trina replied with a short, "Have a good one,"
*****
"How was your day, my love?" Spencer asked as he sat down the food he had bought for them. "Great, remember that painting I told you about? The French one everyone kept bidding on?" Spencer nodded, "I sold it today for four million dollars; that family you left me with when you dropped me back to work bought it. Good thing we left the restaurant when we did; I probably would've missed them." Trina excitedly told Spencer about her day. He smiled at her joy, "I can't help but ask, Have we met that guy you approached before? He seems so familiar."
"The guy who kept me company during brunch," Trina simplified, "Ahh," Spencer's lips parted as realization hit him. "Small world," Trina bit her lip as she contemplated telling Spencer about his attendance at the pool.
"It is," She commented, deciding against exposing those details. "Let's eat; you can tell me about your day." Spencer nodded as Trina began plating their food, and he began informing her about the search for his father, which his grandmother, Valentin, and Kevin were on. "The trip is lasting longer than expected, but I've been in contact with my grandmother, so I'm not worried right now. But, before they left, Valentin and I were supposed to speak about the family business. Hopefully, they return soon."
Trina listened as he continued speaking to her. She closed the gap between them, resting a hand on his thigh. Spencer looked down at her small hand before looking into her eyes. "I missed this," She exposed; it's been a while since they had this type of intimacy. Spencer picked up her hand, kissing it before returning it to his thigh. "Movie?" He asked, receiving a nod in response. Trina stretched up, planting a lingering peck on his lips.
He released a single chuckle, "Don't do that," He whispered with a smirk. Trina's hand glided upwards as she repeated her action. A low moan left his lips as he felt her palm his growing erection. He held her neck as he deepened their kiss, pushing her backward on the sofa. "I see why you wore a dress," He mumbled against her neck, making her chuckle. "Naughty girl," He whispered, his lips connecting with hers again. "Only for you, my love."
