Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I’ve caught her out. This is why she won’t see me. She’s fucking him.

Agreeing to the date on Sunday night was probably just to shut me up.

I want to storm over there and drag her out of here.

I inhale deeply, trying to get a hold of myself. It’s been a long time since a woman has gotten to me like Charlotte Prescott has. If ever.

I don’t like it, I don’t trust it, and I don’t fucking want it… much to Masters’ and Seb’s amusement. They’ve told me that I am, without a doubt, the stupidest man on Earth to say that to a woman. I agree with them.

Lesson learned.

I tip my head back and drain my beer.

Alexander keeps talking then Charlotte says something to him and walks over to a table. When she gets there, she turns and walks back to the bar where I am standing, approaching me slowly.

“Excuse me.” I smile at Leonie as she talks.

“Oh, sure.” She frowns.

“Hello, Spence.” Charlotte smiles up at me.

“Hi,” I push out.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” she says nervously.

I stare at her, physically biting my tongue from, once again, losing control and showing my feelings.

“You’re here on a date?” I ask flatly.

Charlottes eyes widen. “No. God, no. Alexander is a family friend, that’s all.”

I stare at her as she dusts my arm with her hand. “Honestly, I swear.”

&nbs

p; Relief fills me, and I smirk, feeling stupid.

“Were you jealous?” she asks.

“Green-eyed monster jealous.” I sip my beer.

She’s all big lips and dimples, and I feel my lust for her all the way to my balls.

“I wish I was alone with you,” I say. Damn it, why does this woman make me blurt shit out?

Her eyes hold mine. I feel like she wants to say something, but she remains silent.

“How was your day?” I ask to make conversation.

“Good.” She smiles. “I was waiting for a phone call. Weren’t you calling me today?”

I smile, my anger dissipating. “I was waiting until I got home tonight and was naked in my bed.”

Her breath catches.

“I wanted to touch myself to the sound of your voice,” I confess.

She smirks and the air between us crackles, our eyes locked.