She falls down to lie beside me, and we both look up at the ceiling. “It’s going to be so much fun sneaking guys in here,” she says casually.
“What?” I look over at her.
“That cherry of yours… it’s going down. In a big popping fashion.”
5
Charlotte
I sit at the kitchen island with my glass of wine. I’m staring at the Google images before me. Beth will be here any moment to take me out to dinner. We decided that it’s best if we play it safe this weekend and behave. The guards are on full alert, and we will get busted if we try to pull anything sneaky too soon. Even the thought of just going out to dinner with Beth is enough for me—something I don’t normally get to do.
I click to the second page of images of Spencer Jones, studying photo after photo of him laughing and joking… kissing beautiful women, too. I think back to my place that night, when I straddled his lap and we were making out.
His perfect kiss.
His hard body up against mine. His hands all over me.
It felt so natural. With his classic good looks and his sense of humour, I’ve thought of him often over the last ten days, and always with regret.
I wish I was experienced enough to please him. Lord knows, I wanted to.
Beth is right; I need to change my life, and I need to start living. My plan is to ease my father and the guards into this different lifestyle, and then when they get back into the country, I’m not going home.
I don’t care about the consequences anymore. It is what it is, I’m not doing anything wrong by wanting some independence.
I’m staying in London to find myself, whoever she may be. I’ve done my time being a good girl and toeing the Prescott line. My pining for Spencer has shown me exactly what I’m missing out on:
Fun.
I would look for an apartment to rent permanently, but I know it will only entice a panic, and Edward will be here in an instant to drag me back to Nottingham.
I’m going to ease myself into it to—see if I even like living in London.
I hear the door open, and Beth comes into view. “Are you ready to hit the town?”
I snap my computer shut. “Sure am.”
She holds her hands up in the air.
“What?”
“Anthony just checked me out on my way in.”
“He did?” I smirk.
“He told me I looked gorgeous.”
“Well, it’s true, you do.”
She narrows her eyes. “Do you think he has a girlfriend?”
“No idea. Edward would know.”
“Next time you speak to Edward, ask him for me.”
“Okay. You ready to go?” I ask.
“Sure am.” She rubs her hands together in delight. “I’m going to prick-tease Anthony tonight ‘til his balls fall off.”