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“All your data’s already been transferred,” he said. “It needs you to set up your face ID and a few other incidentals. After that, it should be just like having your old phone back.”
“And with the added luxury of a new model,” I said, pressing the power button and going to the settings. I quickly did the last few personal housekeeping things, and the phone was ready for use. To my surprise, a text from Breanne was already waiting for me.
Bree: Of all the times you have no phone to communicate, it’s when you go home with Spence. Text me when you get this. ;)
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face at that and quickly typed back.
Nat: Back online, sweetheart.
It wasn’t a second before I saw the three dots showing Bree was texting back.
Bree: Well?
Nat: Well, we fucked. What did you think would happen? We’d fall in love?
Bree: What am I going to do with you?
Nat: Nothing.
Bree: So, what now? You guys have been enemies since forever. I’m thinking make-up sex.
I rolled my eyes at her adorable, romantic heart.
Nat: This conversation can wait until you and I have lunch at The Ivy. Not with Spencer sitting next to me on his bed.
Bree: Oh, shit!
Nat: Go enjoy your husband and kiddos. I’m just getting my order in for breakfast.
I chuckled softly at Bree’s eye roll emoji. Then I rolled my own eyes at the thought of what Spencer and I left everyone to discuss at the party when we exited unapologetically.
I couldn’t give half a fuck about them talking about us fucking, but I drew the line at them expecting it to end in a love story. Don’t get me wrong, I loved this group of friends, but their cute little romantic endings weren’t my style. They just weren’t, and I could guarantee all their little happily ever after asses believed that this would lead somewhere. The thought of that alone irritated me. Good fucking luck getting me to settle down and pop out a handful of kids. Not in a million years.
“You work fast,” Spencer said, and I looked up to where he was sipping on his coffee and watching me with an amused look.
“Extremely,” I said. “You know, doing the critical work of texting my best friend.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough.”
I set the phone down on the side table, suddenly spotting a problem. “I will need a case, and they probably don’t sell them in stores yet.”
“There are a few downstairs for you to choose from whenever you want.”
“Well, well, well. Look at your spoiled billionaire ass. You think of everything, don’t you?” I said, pushing off the sheets and doing a quick stretch.
“I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t.” His eyes ran down my body with enough force that it felt like a physical touch, grazing every part of my body where he’d been the night before.
“I’m starved and need something to eat,” I said, realizing this coffee wouldn’t settle well without some food in my system.
Spencer’s eyes lit up with a fire I’d seen multiple times the night before. “I know what I want to eat,” he said as his tongue teased me, gliding over his bottom lip.
I felt myself heat up between my legs in anticipation, and my toes curled as he gently pushed me back into the pillows and began to feast on me like a starving man at a banquet.
Breakfast could wait.
* * *
I don’t know what private chef Spencer contacted—or when—but by the time we were done and headed downstairs for food, there was a massive spread of pastries, eggs, bacon, and other breakfast foods.
