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Part four....


He had been watching her for several minutes before she was
alerted to his presence, watching as she played with the children,
looking much like a child herself.

But there had been nothing 'childlike' about her last night.

Spike had noticed her when he'd walked out on the stage,
scribbling on a stack of papers, her entire concentration devoted
to whatever she was doing.

When the applause from their intro had ebbed, he'd waited for
her to put her pen down, but she'd just carried on with her
paperwork as though she was in a library instead of a venue
where loud rock music was making the walls shake.

A minute into the first number, he had looked over at her
and was slightly irked to see that she wasn't paying a damn
bit of attention to the band. They could have been playing on
the dark side of the moon, for all she was aware.

Never one to turn down such an obvious challenge, he had
signaled for the music to continue being played at a softer
volume, unclipped his guitar strap, and jumped down from
the stage.

Fully intending to deliver a little nasty sarcasm, the notion
had been wiped clean from his mind when she'd raised her
head and looked at him like the proverbial deer in front of a
quickly approaching pair of headlights.

Christ..what a knock out she was. Delicately made, with
a lovely face and a wealth of shining, honey brown hair, she
had the biggest eyes. Large and long lashed, they were jade
green with tiny gold flecks in them.

Although he'd been unable to see much of her figure, hidden
beneath the table as it was, the parts that he COULD see
were very pleasing to the eye. Very pleasing, indeed.

Instantly jettisoning his plan to be rude to her, he'd begun
flirting shamelessly, not deterred in the slightest by her
whispered insistence's that he return to the stage.

After securing her promise that she would both listen and
watch the performance, he had finally done just that.

Watching her squirm as he sang for her, he had been
completely charmed by her. Charmed enough, in fact,
that he'd had no qualms about stopping her from leaving
until he knew who she was and where he could call her.

But, the little sneak had hidden in the ladies room and
somehow managed to escape without him seeing it.

Which had pissed him off...momentarily.


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Spike flinched in sympathy when he saw her head come
in contact with the metal pipe she was crawling out of. He
could hear the sound it make clear on the other side of
the play yard.

There was a little blond haired cutie standing next to the
tunnel, and she must have been the one to announce his
presence.

But teacher lady was now climbing to her feet, dusting her
skirt off and heading towards him with fire in her eye. He
couldn't remember the last time he'd pissed off a teacher,
although he'd done more than his share of it in school.

When she was only a few feet away, he got his first good
look at her in the light of day...and wasn't a bit disappointed. She
was just as pretty now as she'd been last night...and a good
deal angrier.

"You all right?" he asked, hoping to distract her with his sincere
concern. The little girl was trailing right along with her teacher,
hiding behind her skirt.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her cheeks beautifully
pink with irritation. "How dare you come here?"

"Nobody dared me," he shrugged. "I just did."

That took the wind out of her sails...for about three seconds. "Why?
Why are you here?"

Spike grinned. She must know why he was here. After last night...how
could she not? "You ran out on me last night," he reminded her. "Pro-
mised me a name and phone number, and then you snuck off without
giving it to me."

Her breasts were heaving with her agitation, and it was all he could
do to keep his eyes on her face. He had the feeling that if she even
suspected he was staring at her chest, this would all be over before
it began.

No way he was gonna let that happen.

"You have to leave," she informed him. "This is...this is private pro-
perty, and you have no reason to be here."

"How do you know that?" he countered. "Couldn't I be checking out
the local schools for the benefit of my kids?"

For some bizarre reason, Buffy's heart jerked unpleasantly in her
bosom. "You...you have children?"

"Not yet," he replied. "But....you never know what the very near future
might hold."

Meeting his eyes as boldly as she could manage, Buffy saw that
he was definitely checking her up and down when he said those
words. If possible, her cheeks became even redder.

"Well...if you want to know more about the school...you have
to make an appointment with Willow. She's the owner and she'll
tell you everything you need to know. Goodbye."

"But I'd rather talk to you," he said quickly. "Come on," he added,
lowering his voice, "talk to me."

Buffy glanced around, then stepped a bit closer to the fence he
was on the other side of. "I'm at work," she announced, as though
he couldn't see that plainly. "I don't have time to play games like
this with you."

Spike chuckled. "Oh, darling...I'm not playing a game. Not the kind
you mean. In fact," he stepped a little closer, "I've rarely been more
serious in my life. Why did you run out on me last night?"

Running her hands over her hair in frustration, Buffy countered
with a question of her own. "How did you know where I worked?"

He stared down at his feet, kicking a rock around with the dusty toe
of one boot, then looked back up at her from beneath his lashes. This
was a practiced maneuver that usually charmed the hell out of whatever
girl he was after. Most girls had such a soft spot for shy, boyish
behavior.

"Remember when I opened your book? I saw the name of the school
at the bottom of the first page," he explained, grinning devilishly.

The little girl tugged on the back of teacher lady's skirt.

"Just a minute, Samantha," she said, then looked back at Spike. "I
have to take my class in...and you have to leave," she said firmly.

Spike sighed. This wasn't going to be easy...but something like
this...like her...was worth the extra effort. "I'll go," he conceded. "But
can I call you? Will you at least tell me your name?"

"No," Buffy replied.

Wondering if he was going to have to actually take a tour of the
school to get the information he wanted, Spike grinned when the
little blond cutie came to his rescue.

"Miss Buffy?" she asked, tugging again on her skirt. "Is that your
boyfriend?"

Insanely pleased, Spike knelt until he was at eye level with the
child. "You are a very clever little girl to guess that," he said bold-
ly. "And you're very pretty, as well." He rose slowly to her feet. "Isn't
she...Miss Buffy?"

Casting him an evil scowl, Buffy turned to the little girl. "Samantha,
it's almost time for recess to be over. Will you start collecting the
balls for me and put them in the ball cage?"

Nodding eagerly, Samantha skipped off to do as she'd been asked.

Buffy turned back to Spike. "Why won't you go?" she sighed help-
lessly.

The question made him frown. He wasn't used to being treated this
way by a girl. "I will," he said. "When I get what I came for."

Pausing a moment, Buffy clasped her hands together. "Look...Mr.
Devlin, I..."

"Spike" he interjected.

"Mr. Devlin....I don't understand why you're doing this. You must have
plenty of women just dying to throw themselves at your feet. Why you've
decided to single me out for your...attention...I don't know, but..."

"You really don't, do you?" he cut in, surprised. "Well, I'll tell you
why. Because I felt something last night. The minute I saw you, heard
your voice...I felt something. And you damn well felt it, too. Don't tell
me you didn't. I was singing for YOU, Miss Buffy. And if you'd had
the courage to stick around, I would have kept on singing for you."

She couldn't think of a thing to say in reply to such a declaration.

"When you get to know me better," he went on, "you'll see that I don't
give up easily...not when I want something badly enough. So get ready
for me, darling," He leaned over the fence until his face was close
to hers and whispered, "because I intend to rock your safe...little...world."

Before she could move, he dropped a light kiss on her lips.

"Bye for now, luv." Sliding a pair of sunglasses on, he turned and
crossed the street, then climbed into a black Mustang and drove away.


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