Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I can be better. I know I could have been better in bed.

Stop it!

I pull out of his grip and stand. “I have to shower.” I bend to kiss him, and then I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. My heart is beating hard in my chest. I know this may be the last time I see him, but I’m not asking the question.

I just want him to go so I don’t have to wait for him to ask about seeing me again. This is like slow torture.

I want it over with.

I take a long shower. When I eventually walk back into the bedroom, I find him standing next to the freshly made bed wearing his black dinner suit. My heart free-falls at the sight of him.

“My word, you do look handsome in that suit, Mr Spencer.” I smile softly.

He takes me into his arms and kisses me. “Can I see you again?” he whispers.

I nod and smile against his lips.

And just like that, the day is saved.

“I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

He studies my face and runs his finger down my cheek and over my bottom lip.

/> “You are one beautiful woman, Charlotte Prescott.”

I smile, feeling emotional.

“I’ll talk to you later?”

I nod, unable to talk because of the lump in my throat.

With one last lingering kiss, he finally pulls away and walks down the stairs. I hear the front door click shut when he leaves.

I flop onto the bed and smile goofily at the ceiling, running my fingertips over my lips to get closer to his touch.

Spencer

I walk into the restaurant and see my two best friends sitting at our usual table.

Breakfast time—our Monday ritual.

“Hey, Spence,” Masters greets me.

“Hey,” Seb mutters, studying his phone.

I take a seat and smile smugly.

They both look up and watch me for a moment. They frown together, and then exchange looks.

“What’s wrong with you?” Seb asks cautiously. “You’re being creepy.”

“Ask me where I’ve been all weekend.”

Masters rolls his eyes. “Where have you been all weekend, Spencer?”

“With Charlotte.”