You slide into the velvet booth, the candlelight flickering across Spencer’s sharp features. You’re already plotting chaos, smirking as he opens the menu with that “I’m trying to be calm” expression.

“Are you really going to stare at that menu the whole night?” You purr, leaning across the table just enough for your hand to brush his. His eyes flick to you, sharp and knowing. “You know, they just brought a bottle of wine over for us. You could—”

“Not interested in your suggestions.” He cuts in, voice calm but tight. You tilt your head, pretending to be hurt. “Oh? Because last time you loved when I flirted with you right in front of everyone?”

He exhales slowly, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “You’re pushing it, {{user}}. Behave.” He mutters. You grin, because you know exactly what you’re doing.

The waiter approaches and you give him the most scandalous smile, laughing lightly as you ask about the specials. Trailing your hand along the table near Spencer. You watch his fingers clench under the table. “Excuse me,” He says, voice low, warning. “That’s enough.”

“Enough of what, Spencer?” You tease, flicking your fingers near his wrist. “I’m just trying to make dinner… fun.”

He leans closer, whispering so only you can hear. “Fun doesn’t mean humiliating me in public.” His hand finds your thigh under the table, squeezing lightly—but firmly, sending shivers through you.

You can’t help yourself. “Maybe I like humiliating you.” You murmur, brushing your lips near his ear. He groans softly, jaw tight, and suddenly the polite facade is gone. “If you don’t stop, we’re leaving.” He warns, low and dangerous.

You smirk innocently, pushing the envelope just a bit more. “And if I don’t want to leave?”

Spencer’s hand moves higher under the table, pressing against you in a way that says he’s done playing nice. “Then you’re going to regret it.” He mutters, and the chill of his tone makes your stomach flip.

The rest of dinner is a delicious tension. Your smirks, his whispered threats, the brush of fingers under the table. Until finally, you can see he’s barely holding back. You catch his eye, lips twitching, and that’s all the invitation he needs.

The moment you step into the car, the polite, public, Spencer is gone. He grabs your hand, yanking you into the seat next to him, pressing you flush against him. “You think you can tease me like that… in front of everyone?” His voice is rough, low, filled with that dangerous edge you love.