“I’ll be ready for work at eight,” I say quietly.
Wyatt’s eyes hold mine. “Are you all right with this? Him being in charge?”
“Yes,” I whisper, enjoying the way my heart fills with hope. “I really am.”
Wyatt and Anthony leave and I linger in the foyer for a moment trying to process what just happened.
“One day soon, you will work for me. Guarding Charlotte for me. I don’t give a fuck about the Prescott money.”
I’m not imaging this; he does think this is going somewhere. He wouldn’t be saying these things if he didn’t think we had a future together.
One day they will be working for him… what the hell?
I take the stairs two at a time to find him stepping out of the shower and drying himself in the bathroom. My eyes find his across the room.
He smirks and holds his arms out. I move to him, wrap my arms around his body and hold on tight.
“I apologise for overruling you down there.” He kisses my temple, and I look up at him. “I can’t let this go on, angel. I won’t have it.” He shakes his head. “Nobody gets to control you anymore.”
“Except you?” I whisper.
He smiles softly. “Not even me.” His hands slide down over my be
hind. “I like strong women, Charlotte, and just because you haven’t been allowed to be one, it doesn’t mean you aren’t one.”
Tears fill my eyes.
“Hey.” He cups my face. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, feeling stupid, and he kisses me softly. I stare at him for a moment as I try to articulate my thoughts. “Not many men are comfortable being with strong women, Spence.”
“Lucky for you that I’m not like other men then, isn’t it?”
“Do you think I’m weak?”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew you weren’t weak. The way you carried yourself, the sway of your hips, the self-respect you have for your body. I wouldn’t be with you if I thought you were weak, and I most definitely wouldn’t be planning a future with you in it.” He wipes my eyes with his thumbs. “I think your life is just about to begin and you will become the woman you were born to be.” He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Don’t be afraid of being strong, angel.”
My eyes search his. It’s like he’s reading my soul.
“You are a powerful woman. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and wealthy.” He kisses me softly. “It’s about time you let the rest of the world know it.” He hesitates for a moment. “More importantly, I want you to believe it for yourself.”
I hold him close, pressing my face against his chest. Who knew that the biggest player in all of England would become my hero?
* * *
My email pings with a new message and I open it up. A broad smile crosses my face when I see the name Spencer Jones.
Good morning, Miss Preston
What is my favourite mail girl up to?
I smile goofily and hit reply.
Dear Mr Spencer,
Your favourite mail girl is working her fingers to the bone.
He replies quickly.