Beautifully Spun by Charity Parkerson (free books to read .TXT) 📗

Spencer barely spared Javier a glance before his icy blue gaze landed on Zayn again. “It is a small world, dude. I literally just had coffee with Felix this morning. It’s like I’m seeing his peeps all over the place. Are you leaving or going inside?”

Zayn’s gaze moved between Javier and Spencer. Javier wore a cold expression that matched his flawless suit that likely cost thirty grand. Spencer looked like a Viking pimp. His light blond hair was perfectly styled, and his beard looked freshly brushed, but he was dressed like nothing Zayn had ever seen. His brown leather pants somehow went perfectly with his bare chest and fur coat. The two complete opposites stared back at him, waiting for him to answer. An unexpected and powerful desire to burst into uncontrollable laughter overwhelmed him.

A ridiculous smile pulled at Zayn’s lips. “I have no idea.”

“Ah. Well. It be like that sometimes.” Spencer threw his arm across Zayn’s shoulders and steered him to the door, leaving Javier behind as if he didn’t exist. “Let me decide for you. After all, when you don’t know which way you’re headed, it’s best to let someone else be in charge.”

Zayn couldn’t stop smiling. The door to the restaurant flew open as the staff rushed to serve Spencer.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Blaze. Your usual table is occupied, but we have another waiting.”

Spencer winked at Zayn before looking the maître d’s way. “Thank you. This is my friend, Zayn. Let’s make sure he’s every bit as happy as I always am.” Spencer shrugged off his coat and passed it along.

Zayn didn’t notice who took it. He couldn’t tear his gaze from Spencer’s body. It was cut. Every muscle was perfectly defined. In the past, Zayn hadn’t really gravitated toward that. Even as a part-time bodybuilder who appreciated the hard work it took to look like Spencer, muscles had never been his thing on other men. Zayn had always liked regular people, but Zayn saw a lot that he liked now because it was Spencer.

No one said a word about Spencer’s shirtless state as they headed for their table. At the edge of their table, Spencer waited for Zayn to choose a seat before grabbing a chair, pulling it as close to Zayn as possible, and draping his arm over Zayn’s shoulders again.

Spencer spoke to the staff while Zayn stayed lost in watching the way Spencer’s jaw moved. He had met Spencer at a friend’s house one time, but he had seen the guy countless times Spencer didn’t know about. Zayn was a fan. He felt like a rabid one at the moment.

Finally, Spencer’s gaze moved Zayn’s way. It felt like they were alone inside their own bubble. Spencer smirked. “You can thank me for the rescue now.”

A smile exploded across Zayn’s face. “You have no idea how much I sincerely appreciate you saving me from what—undoubtably—was about to be a scene.”

A loud laugh burst from Spencer. His eyes swam with good humor. Zayn couldn’t stop smiling while looking at Spencer. He looked like such a happy person. The guy wore a gold chain around his neck that probably cost a hundred grand. He didn’t seem to give any fucks about conforming to society. Spencer made Zayn want to be wild too. Maybe that was why Zayn had started secretly going to some of Spencer’s raves. He stayed out of sight and made sure Spencer didn’t spot him. Zayn could resist him. Spencer was like an untamed animal Zayn wanted to pet.

“Why did you come to my rescue?” The question was out there before Zayn could think better of it.

Their drinks arrived. Spencer didn’t respond until after their server walked away and he had taken a sip of his drink. His amazing blue gaze locked on to Zayn and Zayn knew no matter Spencer’s answer, it was worth the wait.

“For the same reason that I do everything. Selfishness.” His gaze turned heated as it dropped to Zayn’s lips. Butterflies stirred in Zayn’s gut. His mouth went dry. Only God knew how often Zayn had fantasized about Spencer since they’d met. He wanted to taste Spencer’s lips. In his heart, Zayn knew his flavor would be every bit as wild as he looked. Spencer’s gaze moved back to Zayn’s eyes. His smile returned. “What were you doing with an old guy anyhow?”

“I’m old,” Zayn said without thought.

Spencer snorted. “I’m not talking about years on this earth. After all, I’m forty-six. I meant in spirit. That guy was as stiff and dusty as the crypt keeper.”

An unexpected laugh burst from Zayn at the comparison even as he fought his surprise. Never in a million years would Zayn have guessed that Spencer was six years older than him. He seemed so young. “We met on a dating app and he didn’t seem so bad over the phone. That’s why you caught me running away. I don’t mind the extra years. For me, it’s all about the heart. He has an ugly one. I couldn’t get away fast enough.” Zayn found his gaze dropping to Spencer’s mouth again. He had nice lips. They looked firm. “I’d much rather spend my time with someone fun.” The confession slipped out in Zayn’s distraction. It was worth it to witness the way Spencer’s lips turned up in one corner in a sexy smirk.

Spencer handed him a menu. “You should try the shrimp and calamari. It’s amazing. You’ll need your strength.”

Zayn accepted the menu, proving his body could still work with a frozen brain. There was no missing the sexual innuendo or the spark between them. He wasn’t the type to sleep around recklessly, but there was no way he would turn Spencer down. No matter how this lunch ended, Zayn was onboard. He wanted more of Spencer. Zayn craved everything.

Zayn Tanaka was a name everyone knew. If they said otherwise, they were lying. Zayn was the creator of the biggest crypto currency in the world. He was worth so much