“At a guess, I would think that if you told my bodyguards you were my boyfriend, it was probably because you didn’t want me to see anybody else.”
“Really?” He smirks.
I nod. “Uh-huh.”
“Do you want to see other men?” he asks.
“No.” I frown. “Do you want to see others?”
“What would happen if I did?”
I stop dancing. “Then I would leave you to it!” I snap, annoyed. “I don’t share, Spencer.”
He laughs as he pulls me closer. “Are you getting possessive of me, Prescott?” I pull out of his arms, but he brings me right back to him. “I’m joking with you.” He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I don’t want to see anybody but you.”
“That wasn’t funny,” I whisper back.
I feel him smile above me as he holds me close.
“What is this?” I ask.
“What’s what?”
“This,” I murmur. “Between us. What is it?”
He smiles down and me and then kisses me softly. “I don’t know, but it’s fucking good.”
I smirk, mollified for the moment, and we continue to sway to the music.
“Maybe we should try this boyfriend girlfriend thing,” he finally says.
I press my lips together to hide my smile. “Are you sure? I’ll be a high maintenance girlfriend. I’m not entirely sure if you’re up to the job.”
He spins me as he chuckles. “No?”
“I’ll need lots of massages with oil, and...” I exhale heavily. “There’s the whole teaching me about sex thing. That’s a full-time job in itself.”
He smiles mischievously.
“And my family are a nightmare,” I add.
“I don’t want to date your family.”
“And I’m setting up my own business soon, so I’ll be working a lot.”
He stops dancing. “You’re going to do it?” he asks, suddenly falling serious.
“Do you think I can?”
“I know you can.”
My eyes search his. “You know, you’re the only person who believes I’m strong enough to do this.”
He starts swaying us to the music again. “Isn’t that what boyfriends are meant to do? Believe in their girlfriends.”
I smile against his lips. “I’m glad we met, Spencer Jones.”
“Me, too, angel. Me, too.”