Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“I’m just going to call him quickly, is that okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, sure thing, go for it,” Sarah says, and the two of them turn back to their work.

I dial his number, smiling as it rings.

“Hello.”

I walk out of earshot from my colleagues.

“Hi,” I breathe. I can hardly contain my excitement. “I just got a delivery of the most beautiful red roses I have ever seen in my life.”

“You did, huh?”

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

“I should be thanking you. I had an amazing weekend.”

“Me too.” I’m practically beaming.

We both wait for the other to say something.

“What time are you coming over tonight?” I finally ask.

“I’ll come over and cook you dinner.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m a great cook.”

“You’re great at a lot of things.”

He chuckles, and I imagine him swinging on his chair in his office.

“How will you get in?” I ask, aware that the guards are going to be an issue, as always.

“I’ll park in the basement and catch the lift straight up.”

I bite my lip as I think. “Okay. About seven-thirty. That way they know I’m in bed for the night.”

He grunts, unimpressed. “Okay.”

“Do I need to get anything? Any ingredients?” I

ask.

“Just be waiting for me in something sexy.”

“Okay, I can do that.” I blush.

“Goodbye, angel. Have a nice day.”

My heart bursts when he calls me angel.

“You too. Bye.” I hang up and go back to work, and I have to concentrate really hard to not jump on the desk and punch the air.

This is a good day.

The best.