Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

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Our Little Secret

SL Sterling

Spencer Brooks was the most attractive man I'd ever laid eyes on. He was also my father's best friend. That alone should have said he was off limits, but what could one night really hurt?

1

Ainsley

January 8

I stared out of my bedroom window down into my next-door neighbor’s backyard and watched as he cut his lawn. "How is it even possible that he can look just as yummy in grubby sweats as he does every weekday morning when he leaves for the office dressed to the nines in a suit and tie?" I questioned Carly. "I mean, the man is 6'2”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a solid wall of pure muscle, and he looks dynamite dressed in a suit."

"I know what the man looks like, Ainsley. His picture is plastered all over the place." She sighed. "Is Spencer Brooks all we are going to talk about tonight?"

"I'm sorry...it's just..."

"It's just you’re obsessed with an older man, one who just happens to be the same age as your father and your soon-to-be boss! You know, girl, I was thinking, Craig really likes you. Perhaps you should go for him. He will be there with us tonight, that is, if you are coming?"

"I'm...I'm not sure yet?" I mumbled, distracted from my own conversation as I strained to hear my father speaking with someone downstairs.

"Come on, it's Jon's birthday. We haven't seen you since you left for school, and I don't think I need to remind you that you promised him you would be there the other day when we had coffee!" I heard another rumble of laughter from downstairs, followed by our neighbor’s deep voice.

"How about I call you back in five. He's here," I sighed into the phone.

"Who's there? Ainsley come on; I'm trying to get final numbers for reservations."

"The one, the only, Spencer Brooks," I whispered. I heard Carly groan her displeasure as I opened my bedroom door a little farther just to catch the sound of his deep, sexy voice. I was sure she was tired of listening to me go on and on about Spencer.

"Girl, you got it bad. Seriously, I think you should go for Craig, or perhaps someone at school has turned your head."

"The guys at school are dull," I whined. Another bur

st of laughter came from downstairs catching my attention. "I'll call you back in ten minutes. Oh, and Craig isn't my type," I said, ignoring her.

"He's the captain of your university football team. How the hell is that not your type?"

"It's just not. I'll call you back."

"Oh, Ains...come on; I just need a yes or no. The reservations—"

"Got to go," I whispered, cutting her off and hanging up the phone. I wandered over to my dresser, checking out my reflection in the mirror and fluffing my hair. I removed the sweatshirt I had thrown on earlier over the tank top I was wearing, grabbed my glass, and headed down toward the kitchen.

"Spencer, what you really need is a hot twenty-year-old to fuck the shit out of. That will help you get Jane out of your system," my father said as I rounded the corner. I met Spencer's blue eyes, which quickly roamed over my body. I swallowed hard and did my best to keep the heat from rising to my face.

"Good evening, Ainsley," Spencer said, clearing his throat, his eyes skimming over my chest. "Any plans for tonight?"

"Hey, Ains!" Dad said, taking a sip of his beer.

"Hey, Dad. Hey, Mr. Brooks. Not yet. Carly wants me to go out." I reached for the bottle of coke in the fridge and poured myself a glass, then turned and leaned against the counter.