“That place is Hot Dick City.”
Paul rolls his eyes. “I take it you’ve gotten over that other chump in the last half an hour then?”
“God, yes.” She fixes her hair. “His loss. I’m way too hot for him, anyway. Spencer bloody who?”
* * *
I glance at my watch: it’s 9:30 p.m. Maybe he isn’t going to call after all.
I make myself a cup of tea and sit at the kitchen island. I love this apartment. It already feels like home.
My phone dances across the bench and an unknown number pops up.
It’s him.
My heart begins to race, and I blow out a deep breath to try and calm myself down.
“Hello.”
“Hello,” his mischievous, deep voice says down the phone. I find myself smiling just from the sound of his voice.
“Hello, Mr Spencer.”
He chuckles. “Always so formal.”
I press my lips together, too nervous to speak in case I say something stupid.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Nothing serious. I just wanted to see what it was like working in another environment where people didn’t know my father. You won’t say anything, will you?”
“To who? I don’t know any of your family’s aristocrat peers.”
“I know,” I murmur, suddenly feeling stupid.
“Does your father know where you are?”
“He knows I’m in London, but he thinks I’m working at my regular job. Edward and Dad are overseas for six weeks. I thought it was a good opportunity to have some fun.”
He inhales sharply. “By fun, you mean sex?”
I smirk. Why does he always have to be so upfront? “No, I mean spend time with Beth, my friend. Work a different job. Meet new people, things like that.”
“Haven’t your guards snitched on you?”
“No, they don’t know what I’m doing, either. They stay on the ground floor of my office building and meet me on my breaks or when I finish.”
He hesitates. “Let me get this straight—you’ve moved to London for six weeks and are pretending to be someone else and nobody at all knows?”
I run my finger along the edge of the kitchen counter. “Beth knows, and now… you.”
“And what about him?”
I frown. “Who?”
“The man you slept with?” He’s clearly annoyed.
“Oh.” I scrunch my eyes shut. God, this is the biggest lie I’ve ever told. “No, he doesn’t know.”