Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Dear Miss Charlotte,

I reject your rejection:

Give me your phone number immediately or

I’m calling you at work on your work number and asking for Charlotte Prescott on 07826653350

My mouth falls open. He wouldn’t, would he?

“W-what’s our work phone number?” I ask, trying to act casual.

Paul looks up. “07826653350.”

My eyes widen, shit…. he knows the number. I immediately type back.

Don’t you dare call me at work!

Sarah is sitting beside me, and she is waiting for you to call her.

But of course, you are too much of a coward to do that.

I hit send in a fury. God, this man drives me mad. I close my email in disgust.

Sarah’s phone immediately rings, and my heart drops. Damn it, what have I done?

My phone rings at the same time, shit.

I quickly answer it. “Hello.”

“Hello, Charlotte. It’s Alexander,” the deep voice purrs down the phone.

Alexander is Edward’s best friend. Edward said he would be checking on me. I glance over to Sarah to see who she is talking to.

“Hello,” she answers, and her face breaks out into a smile. “Hi, Spencer.”

It’s him.

“How are you?” Alex asks me on my call.

“I’m great, busy with work,” I add. “And you?” I glance back at Sarah.

“Oh, that’s okay, I know you’re busy,” Sarah says. She listens for a moment. “Oh.” She sighs.

Damn him.

“We need to catch up while you’re in London,” Alexander says.

What I really need to do is hang up so I can listen to Sarah’s conversation properly. “Yes, we do,” I agree in a rush.

“What are you doing Saturday night? I have my mother’s charity ball on. You must come,” Alexander suggests.

Sarah drops into her chair. “Oh, I see.” She smiles sadly. “She’s a lucky girl,” he says.

What the hell is he saying to her?

“Of course, Alex.” I exhale. “I’m really busy though, I’m at work.”

“Okay, I’ll let you go. I will message you with the details.”