Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“Well, you don’t need to worry about me anymore, Mr. Spencer.” I sneer, furious. “That situation has well and truly been taken care of.”

He stares at me for a moment, connecting the dots.

“You slept with someone?” he finally asks, like he’s been winded.

“Yep, and it was great.” I glance back to the table. Screw him having the upper hand all the time. I’m not giving him the satisfaction.

“Do we have a problem here?” Wyatt growls as he approaches us, making us both jump.

Spencer throws up his hand in the air. “You. Fuck. Right off… right now. I am not in the mood for your shit tonight.”

“Not a chance,” Wyatt replies calmly, getting up in Spencer’s face.

Good grief.

I roll my eyes. “Wyatt, can give us some privacy, please?”

Wyatt hesitates.

“Now!” I snap. “Don’t blow my cover.”

He glares at Spencer, and then he reluctantly walks off through the crowd, back to his table.

“Was it him?” Spencer growls.

“Huh? Was what him?”

“Did you sleep with fucking Wyatt? Because if you did, so help me God, Charlotte.”

My mouth falls open… because that is literally the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.

His eyes widen as he waits for me to answer. He comes closer to my face. “Are you fucking kidding me? It was him, wasn’t it?”

I put my hands on my hips and narrow my eyes. “I’m going back over there to my date, and I’m going to continue to be Lottie Preston for the rest of the night. And you…” I poke him hard in the chest, “are going to shut your big mouth and not blow my cover.”

He narrows his eyes and glares at me.

I turn to the back of the restaurant, inhale, and drop my shoulders before I walk back to the table with my heart hammering hard in my chest.

I find Sarah laughing out loud at something Richard has said, and I casually drop into my seat.

“So, Lottie…” Richard smiles. “Sarah was just telling me that you are new to London. What made you move down here?”

“Yes.” Spencer sneers as he slides into his seat. “Please share. I’m fascinated to hear all about it.” He steeples his fingers under his chin and smiles sarcastically.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

Oh God.

I fake a smile. “Well.” I glance over to my two bodyguards who are sitting at the front of the restaurant.

Thump, thump, thump goes my heart.

“Lottie worked at a nursery.” Sarah smiles proudly and pours me a glass of wine. “Didn’t you?”

The blood drains from my face. “Yeah.” I pick up the glass of wine and nearly drain it in one go.

“I do love maternal women.” Richard smiles and he places his hand over mine on the table.