Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Congratulations.

I am so very proud of you.

You are the light of my life.

I love you,

Spence

xox

My eyes instantly fill with tears and I turn to him.

“I love you.” He smiles tenderly down at me.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I whisper, overcome with emotion.

I turn back to the desk and notice a black briefcase. “What’s in there?”

“That’s your office supplies.” He smirks with a mischievous look in his eyes.

I frown and click open the catch. All set out and strategically placed inside black foam are a large assortment of dildos and sex toys.

“What the hell?” I gasp as my eyes fly up to his. “Spencer!”

He chuckles at my shocked reaction.

“What on earth would I need this for?”

“To keep in your desk in case of an emergency.”

My mouth falls open. “You think I’m going to masturbate in my office? Are you crazy?”

He shrugs. “It’s a great stress reliever. Being in business is tough, babe.”

“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes. “You are a sex maniac.” I slam the briefcase closed. “We’re taking these home. There’s no way in hell I’m doing that in here.”

He licks his lips, arousal flickering

in his eyes. “Threesome tonight, it is.”

“You want to have a threesome with me and a dildo?”

“That’s right.”

“Spencer Jones, you are a sexual deviant.”

He grabs me by the behind and sinks his teeth into my neck. “One who likes to watch.”

Spencer

I’m staring at the diamond rings beneath the glass cabinet in Tiffany.

Nothing stands out to me.

This is the fifteenth jewellery store I’ve been to.

How could a diamond set in gold possibly show how I feel about her?