Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Pft, I highly doubt that.

17 – I’m nocturnal.

18 – I manscape.

He manscapes.…. My shoulders begin to bounce as I try to hide my giggles.

19 - I am on the navigation team for Santa Claus’s sleigh.

I burst out laughing, unable to catch myself.

Sarah looks over. “What’s funny?”

I close the email quickly. “Nothing, I was just…” I pause as I try to think of something. “I was just remembering something I watched last night.”

“What was it?” She keeps typing.

“Oh, just this weird guy was playing tricks on people.” I widen my eyes, good grief. “It was hilarious,” I add.

She raises her eyebrow, unimpressed. “Hmm, sounds it.” She stands. “I’m going to the bathroom. Does anyone want a coffee while I’m up?”

“Please,” we both say.

I drop my head to desperately try to stop myself from laughing out loud. Spencer’s on the navigation team for Santa Claus. Now I really have heard it all. I click the email open again and read the last reason.

20 – Because I know you like me, too.

I click it shut immediately. How does he know that? I’ve not given him any reason to believe I’m interested in him.

Shit. I stare at my computer for a long time.

What do I write back? I think for a moment.

Dear Mr Spencer,

Thank you for taking the time to outline your personal attributes, which I must say, are very impressive indeed. However, unfortunately, at this time

, your application for a dinner date has been unsuccessful.

I wish you luck with your future endeavours.

Santa Claus’s navigation team? You really are an inspiration.

I must go as I’m typing this with my nose due to my severely

broken fingers and I am in terrible pain.

Lottie: xoxo

I hit send with a hint of sadness. Damn it. I hate that my pride won’t let me go out with him. He has no idea how much he kicked my confidence to the kerb.

And besides, I’ve only just started to have fun. If I begin to run around with him now it will just bring attention to me, my plan, my job, and my time in London will come to an abrupt end.

It’s a hopeless situation, anyway….it is, what it is.

Now is not the time to start something with Mr Spencer.

My email pings.