Spencer's POV
It's Friday. I'm working on my noon appointments tattoo, a sick ass penguin. If you saw it, you would understand. I'm completely in the zone, making sure this dude leaves with the best damn penguin of this century. A bit far maybe, but I have high aspirations.
"And that's the last of it." I say, wiping off some access blood before backing away, taking off my gloves. "Take a look, see if the penguin is cool enough." I know it's cheesy. But the customers eat it up.
He laughs as he stands, going to look in the mirror. See I made him laugh. Ha. "Damn. I know you were joking, but I really didn't think a penguin could look this sick. It's somehow better than the design you drew up." He admires the tattoo, while I take in the compliment.
It's great knowing the customer is in love with the tattoo they got. It's not enough to be satisfied. I want them to want to show it off. I want them to come back. I want them to tell their friends.
Mostly I want them to know that the tattoo they now have for life was beyond worth it. Which in turn makes it all worth it.
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As he leaves, it means I'm done for today. Which in turn means I've got to go pick up Yelena for our.. date? I don't know what to call it. I quickly send her a text that I've finished the tattoo, just need to clean my station and I can pick her up when she's ready.
Of course I have her number. How else were we suppose to plan this thing? I finish cleaning and go to leave. "See ya later Red!"
"Have a good time, Spence."
I've put on my jacket and helmet before checking to see if Yelena has text back. Says she'll be ready in about half an hour so whenever I'm ready. Great, I have time to ride home and grab another helmet. It's actually a really nice day out today so might as well take advantage of it.
Plus it's a good way to really see the sights.
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Yelenas POV
I'm sitting on the couch, looking through my phone as I wait for Spencer. I'm excited for today. Besides the fact that she's seriously hot and fun to flirt with, I could really use a day out. I've been working job after job for so many months in a row now, I feel like Natasha. Yuck.
So I need to let loose, get back to my usual self. And hopefully I'll be able to do that today. Whether or not we end up in the same bed or not, I think Spencer will be fun to be around.
Of course I've thought about getting her in bed. I know she works for my dad and I probably shouldn't but it can't hurt to tease a little bit, right?
Just as I'm diving back into my little day dream, I hear a knock on the door. I go to open it and damn. You seriously wouldn't blame me when I flirt my ass off tonight if you saw how good she looks right now. Tight jeans, ripped in all the right places, showing off just enough to make me wonder. Along with a black crop top with a green leather jacket that really makes her already stunning eyes seem to pop.
"Uh, hi?" Shit I think I was staring.
"H-hi, Spencer. Uh, did you want to come in?"
"Well I was hoping we could go for a ride since we actually see the sun today, but we can do whatever you want." As she said this she lifted up her helmet, wiggling it back and forth. I hadn't even noticed it was in her hand before or the bike that was in the background.
"Uh, no that actually sounds like a lot of fun. I didn't expect you to have anything planned." I let a small smile tug at my lips, but break into a cheesy grin when her smile takes over all of her face. It was insanely adorable.
"Well your parents left you in my capable hands and you certainly deserve a good time. I don't like to disappoint." I see the glint of mischief in her eyes as she tells me this. "Besides, I have a few spots around here that I think you'd really enjoy. Of course we can always stop for whatever you want."
Hm thoughtful, adorable, and flirty. Someone help me. "How can I say no to that?" I tease.
"Mm you don't. You just take this helmet, and let me show you a good time." She gets me right back. Seems like I'm not the only one that wants to tease today. Damn, this really is going to be fun.
I take the helmet, fastening it in as she starts her motorcycle. I let her help me onto the bike, wrapping my arms around her. She smells amazing and I can feel her abs. Okay, I like this way more than I should. Time to just get lost in the sights. Of the scenery. Of the city. Of course.
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We went through the countryside for a while and I've got to say, it was actually really nice. I have never had the chance to venture far beyond my parents place. It was good to go beyond the pigs. The fresh air was nice.
She suddenly turned left, making me hold her middle even tighter. It was a reflex but I was glad for the excuse. She shouted back at me, but I couldn't really make out what she said.
Since I didn't really understand her so I shouted, "what?"
She shook her head and just kept driving. I guess I'll find out what she said later. I kind of let me eyes drift closed, letting my other senses take over. Her perfume plus the fresh air was enough to keep me awake.
I didn't want to fall asleep. I didn't want to fall off and I wanted to enjoy this. Instead I let my thoughts wonder to the fact that she was very closely sat between my legs. If this was my choice, I'd have us back at her place, still in this position but with absolutely no clothes on. Oh the things we could do..
I'm brought back to reality when the bike comes to a stop. Opening my eyes I realize we're in front of a small restaurant and she's taking off her helmet.
"I figured we could stop for some grub? This place is really good but we can totally go somewhere else if you want. It was just easier to talk if we weren't riding."
Now that the heavenly smells coming from the shop are reaching my nose, my stomach growls. Yeah, I could definitely go for food. "Oh ya, no, this place is fine. I'm pretty hungry."
She breaks into a smile like she was waiting for the approval of her choice. Cute. "Perfect, let's get inside."
She offered her hand to help me off before getting off the bike herself, locking our helmets to the bike afterwards. She grabs my hand, leading me into the restaurant and making my heart skip a few beats. Oh boy.
We're immediately greeted by a stronger scent than what we smelled outside and a chorus of 'hellos' aimed at Spencer. Must be a place she eats at a lot. I wonder how many other girls she's brought here?
Nope. Stop right there. I couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that rose up in me at the idea of her with other girls. It's totally not my place to be.
Focusing back on where I am, I see Spencer hugging a girl with dark hair, big smile on her face in greeting. And there goes the jealousy again. Stoooop.
"Nadia this is Yelena, Yelena this is my friend and the amazing cook of this place, Nadia." They seem close. I stop the scoff from leaving my lips instead saying, "nice to meet you. You must be some cook, it smells amazing."
"Thank you, hopefully it taste as good as it smells."
Spencer cuts in with, "it always does Nadia."
Gag. But Nadia replies with, "you're one to talk." She turns, I guess she's talking to me now, "your girl here is fantastic in the kitchen. Have her cook something for you next time."
Spencer's face goes a little red. Ugh that means Spencer has cooked for her before. Which means that the more - than - friends - feeling I was getting wasn't wrong. I wish I was wrong.
Nadia must sense my tension. I'm not really hiding it. She continues talking much to my displeasure. "She actually showed off some of her talents here before. She helps out when we're in a pinch."
So maybe she only knows how well she cooks because she cooks at the restaurant. Ugh, it doesn't matter.
"Oh well, that's very kind of her. I guess I'll have to twist her arm next time and have her cook for me." I throw a smirk at Spencer who, I guess, forgot how to talk.
She finds her voice saying, "all you have to do is ask." And there's that cocky grin of hers.
Nadia leaves to go make the food we ordered once we had the chance to look at the menu. Spencer wasn't looking at me.
"Spencer?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing! Just really hungry." Yeah, sure. "Actually I'm having a nice time. I was hoping you would want to continue our little adventure after this?"
Oo I'm curious. What else does she have up her sleeve? "Hm considering I'm not having a terrible time and the only other option is watching old movies with my parents, sure."
"Ouch." She pouts, faking sadness, but the pout makes me melt. "I'm barely better than movies with your parents?"
I laugh, I can't help it. "No, I'm having a nice time. Just curious at to what else we could possibly do here?" I challenge her.
"Mm well maybe you'll just have to trust me?" She wiggles her eyebrows, obviously up to something.
"And if I don't?" I push back.
"Well, seeing as you've been riding on my motorcycle with me, you should." The shit eating grin she paints in her face makes me cave. She kind of got me there.
"Okay fair enough. Can I at least get a hint?"
The grin only grows. "How good are you at singing?"