Chapter 3

 

       The next morning Dawn walked into the law firm. “Um, hello?” she asked as she looked around the entry way for someone. She walked up to the secretary desk. “Um, excuse me, Harmony?”

      Harmony looked up confused. “Do I know you?”

      “I’m Dawn Summers, Buffy’s younger sister.”

      “Oh, right, Buffy’s sister. Can I help you?”

      “Yeah, maybe, I’m looking for Spike.”

      “Oh sure. Follow me.”

      “Ok.” Dawn followed Harmony down the hall way until she stopped in front of a door.

“Here’s his office. Just go on in, he’s free.” Harmony smiled at her.

      “Thanks.”

      “No prob.”

      Dawn knocked lightly on the door before walking in and opened the door. “Go away!”

      “Ok, if you’re sure.” she said closing the door. Spike spun around in the chair.

      “Dawn, wait! Hey, what brought you here?”

      “I left my purse in the car last night. It’s kinda important that I get that back,” she said with a small smile.

      “Oh really? I just have one question for you.”

      “And what’s that?”

      “Did you do that on purpose so you would have an excuse to come and see me sooner?”

      “Don’t flatter your self, Spike.”

      “I take it you need your purse now?”

      “That was the idea in coming here.” She sat down in a chair in front of Spike’s desk. “I see you have tinted windows, nice,” she said pointing at the windows.

      “Yeah. All part of the package.”

      “Great. So could we get my purse?”

      “Sure.”

 

      “Oh my god! How many cars to do people need?”

      “This is about it.”

      “Which ones are yours?” she asked looking down the long line of them.

      “All of these are Angel’s.”

      “How many does he need?”

      “Apparently several. Like I said, all part of the package.” Spike looked at each car hard frowning. “Do you remember which I had last night?”

      “Um, I think that black one at that end or that one there.”

      “Ah, it was this one.” He opened the door and pulled out her purse. “Here you go.”

      “Thanks.”

      “You’re welcome,’ he said with a smile. “Is that all you needed?”

      “Yeah, that was it.”

      “Are you sure?” Spike moved closer to her almost pressing against her.

      “Spike?” Dawn asked casually.

      “Hm?”

      “Are you coming onto to me?”

      Spike drew back quickly before responding, “No.”

      “Ok,” she said skeptically. “So I’ll see you later then?”

      “Right.”

      “Bye.”

      Spike watched her as she walked away. “Bloody wanker,” he said to himself as he shook his head. Ever since he saw her performance on stage dirty thoughts had been running through his head. It made it even worse when she was around. She hadn’t given any hint that she wasn’t interested, but then, she didn’t give any hint that she was. “This is bad.”