Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“So, he’s still communicating with you as Charlotte.”

“Yes.”

He stays silent for a moment. “I take it you are in a relationship with him then?”

My eyes widen. “N-no,” I stammer. “No, it was just a one-time thing.”

“Why would you give your virginity to someone for a one-time thing?” he snaps, and I can hear tension in his voice.

Shit…. I close my eyes. “It just happened, Spencer. It’s over now and I would rather not talk about it, please.”

“Is that why you moved to London and are carrying on with this façade? You were hurt? Or were you just running away from him?”

“No. It really was a one-time thing, and now it’s over. Did you call me to talk about my past because I’m quite sure there is a lot of your history that we can discuss instead.”

He falls silent, eventually speaking softly. “Can I see you?”

God, I would like that.

“Perhaps we could go out to dinner when my father gets home?” I offer.

“Why not now?”

“Because if I’m seen with you, my guards will tell my family, and then I’ll be watched extra carefully. I’ve come this far with this fake identity and I want to carry on with it for the full six weeks. I’m really enjoying my job, and the friends I am making.”

“You don’t think I’m worth the risk?”

I roll my eyes. “You are being very high maintenance tonight, Mr Spencer. Did you call me to nag me to death?”

He laughs out loud. It’s deep and intoxicating, and I feel myself smiling

goofily down the phone.

“Well, I’ve never been called that before.” He chuckles.

“There’s a first time for everything.” I smile as I sip my tea.

“What are you doing now?” His voice has dropped to a sexy, playful tone.

“I’m sitting at my kitchen bench in my pyjamas with a face mask on, drinking tea.”

“Good grief, woman. Lie to me.”

I giggle. “Okay.” I pause and try to think of a good lie. “I’m on a yacht.”

“Yes,” he whispers.

I try and stop myself from laughing. “I’m sailing through Croatia. The sun is setting, and I can hear the water lapping at the side of the boat.”

“Yes,” he purrs.

“With my husband.” I smile.

He makes a buzzer sound. “Wrong lie. Try again.”

“What lie are you hoping for?” I chuckle.

“Something along the lines of you being naked and thinking about me.”