Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

She’s due here in the next couple of weeks.

But I’m not thinking about her right now. I want to think about Charlotte.

I smirk to myself, remembering one story I can share with the guys.

“Charlotte locked me out on the balcony of her hotel room yesterday… while I was naked. My pecker almost froze off. I wouldn’t be surprised if some old lady had a heart attack on the street below.”

“What the hell? Why?” They both laugh.

“I was chasing her around her suite and… get this.” I narrow my eyes. “Fucking Alexander York turns up unannounced, tagging along with Charlotte’s friend, not knowing I was there. The friend let him in.”

They both fall serious. “Is York after your girl?” Masters asks me.

“Maybe.”

“Fuck him.” Seb winces.

“I’m planning on digging a double grave. One for Helena and one for Alexander. I’ll call it the snake pit.”

* * *

I’m reading through an email for the second time when I hear my office door open.

“Hello, darling,” the familiar voice purrs.

I look up, startled. “Sheridan?”

She smiles as she turns the lock to ensure our privacy. She walks over and kisses me, her lips lingering over mine for too long before I pull out of the kiss.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

A scowl creases her forehead. “What do you mean, what am I doing?”

“You can’t just kiss me like that.”

She smiles darkly. “I can do whatever I want to you.” She kicks her shoes off, takes her hair down and sprawls on the couch in my office. Why is she damn comfortable around here?

She taps the couch beside her. “Come lie with me.”

“Sheridan.” I sigh.

“What? I’ve missed you. You were weird the last time I saw you.”

I roll my lips as I watch her, knowing it was because I was thinking about Charlotte the whole time I was with her.

How do I say this?

“Is that why you’re back so quick?” I ask her.

“I needed to see what was going on with my man.”

I remain at my desk, despite the way she keeps tapping the couch for me to go to her.

Her phone rings. “Excuse me.” She answers it. “Hello.” She listens for a moment. “No, I won’t be there for another twenty minutes. Stall them.” She hangs up without saying goodbye. Her attention turns back to me. “Let’s go out to dinner tonight. We can paint the town red.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”