Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

She walks back across the room and sits on my desk. She crosses her legs, and my eyes drop to her muscular thighs revealed by the split in her skirt. “What do you mean, yes and no?”

“Yes, I’ve met someone, and no, I can’t have her.”

“She’s married?”

“Just the opposite.” I pause for a moment. “Young and innocent.”

She doesn’t hide her amusement. “How young and how innocent are we talking?”

My eyes hold hers. “Very young, and as innocent as you can get.”

She chuckles. “Oh God, Spence, she won’t be able to hold you sexually. I can’t, and I know how to fuck.”

I run my hand up Sheridan’s thigh and inhale sharply. “That you do.”

She takes a hotel key card out of her pocket and slides it across the desk. “I have a business dinner tonight, but I’ll be back in the room by ten. My usual room, the penthouse at the Corinthian.”

I pick the card up and stare at her for a moment.

She leans down and takes my face in her hands, and then she kisses me slowly.

My cock hardens instantly.

“See you then?” she asks as she tenderly brushes my hair back from my forehead.

I smile and run my hand up her thigh. “Of course.”

She ties her hair back into her bun and slips her high heels back on. “I’ve got to go. My two PAs are in a café downstairs.” She walks towards the door. “Can I fire the troll on my way out?” she asks hopefully.

“No, you may not. Goodbye, Sheridan.”

“Until tonight, darling.” The door closes behind her and I hear her say, “You’re not getting paid to be on Facebook, young lady. Get to work.”

I chuckle for a moment. She’s a hard ass bitch.

I walk over to the window in my office and stare out at the view. The city is bustling down below.

I wonder what Charlotte’s doing now?

I get a vision of the look in her eyes when she thought I didn’t want her, and my heart sinks, forcing me to exhale heavily.

It’s not fair to start something when I already know its fate.

I’m doing the right thing.

It’s best if I don’t go near her again.

* * *

When the clock strikes 11:00 p.m. I walk down the corridor towards the penthouse of the Corinthian.

I know this hall, I’ve walked it many times, and always with anticipation.

Something’s off tonight, though. I see the door up ahead and I stop and stare at it for a moment, sucking in a quivering breath.

I wish I was going to see Charlotte instead. She’s the one I really wa

nt to see.