Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

They both sit up, suddenly interested. “What?” Seb frowns.

“I went back there on Saturday night and snuck in.”

Masters frowns. “Why, you old dog.”

“And?” Seb prompts me.

“And she is the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever been with.”

“Did you have sex?” Masters asks.

I nod, trying my best to act casual. “Uh-huh.”

“And?”

I lay my napkin over my lap. “And that’s it.” I put my hand up for coffee.

They exchange another look before glaring back at me. “What do you mean, that’s it?” Seb asks.

“I mean, I’m not giving you the details.”

Masters grunts. “We always get blow-by-blow accounts of your sex life.”

“Yes.” Seb bites into his toast. “Don’t you know we’re living vicariously through you.”

“Not with this one.” I smile as the waitress fills my coffee cup. “Thank you.”

“So, was the sex…?” Seb’s voice trails off.

“The sex was…” I inhale dreamily. I get a vision of how nervous she was when we were walking to the bedroom for first time. She was literally shaking. The memory makes me smile softly.

“What is that, look?” Masters pins me with a stare.

“What look?”

“That Mary Poppins, I’m pathetic look.”

I chuckle and get an image of her clinging to me the first time we did it. It hurt her, I know it did, but she soldiered through it… for me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smirk.

“Are you seeing her again?” Masters asks.

“You can bet your fucking life I am,” I say as I bite into my toast.

“And you’re not going to tell us one single detail about her?”

“Nope. Only that she is...” I narrow my eyes. “She is the most perfect woman on this planet.”

“Oh, yeah?” Seb frowns, clearly fascinated. “What’s so good about her?”

“I don’t know.” I chew my food. “But she makes me fucking nervous.”

“You?” Masters smirks. “When have you ever been nervous with a woman?”

“Never,” I reply. “I was getting all fluttery when she looked at me, and it wasn’t even about the sex.”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters against his coffee cup. “Here we go.”