Mr Spencer (Mr. 2) - Page 14
He’s leaning up against a tree by the side of the pavement, and my stomach instantly flips.
He’s wearing a pair of blue jeans, which are tight in all the right places, as well as a navy sports coat over a white T-shirt. His fair hair is longer and messy on top. His big blue eyes hold mine, and with that square jaw he looks like he should be on the cover of a magazine.
God, he’s gorgeous.
He glances at my work friends, making me aware they are listening to what I’m about to say.
“I’ll see you later, girls
,” I mumble, distracted by the beautiful man before me.
“Bye,” they all call. I don’t miss the way they inspect Spencer and his gorgeousness, either. I smile when I imagine the questions I’m going to be hit with tomorrow. I have a few questions myself like What on earth is he doing here? My work friends eventually veer off to their cars, disappearing out of sight.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
His eyes hold mine. “Waiting for you.”
I bite my bottom lip as my heart begins to race in my chest. I’ve thought of nothing else but him since last Saturday. His kiss is seared into my soul, and the feel of his hard body up against mine has left an undeniable mark.
He glances at his watch. “For two hours, actually. It’s fucking cold here, you know.”
I smirk. “Why didn’t you just knock on the door?”
“Didn’t want to seem too eager.” He shrugs. “I thought that tracking you down detective style, taking a day off work, and then driving two hours just to try and see you seemed eager enough.”
I smile, my nerves fluttering. There’s something about him. I’d wondered if I imagined it the other night.
Not at all. I can confirm that he is, in fact, a very fine specimen.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asks softly.
I glance up the street, and then over to the car across the road where Wyatt is waiting for me.
“Erm…”
Spencer waits for my answer, releasing a slow, sexy smile. “Am I really that unappealing, Charlotte, that you have to think this hard?”
The way he says Charlotte is just so…
My phone rings and the name Wyatt lights up the screen. Damn it. “Sorry, just a minute.” I hold up a finger. “Hello.”
“Who are you talking to?” Wyatt asks.
I glance up at the gorgeous man in front of me. “A friend,” I answer, annoyed that even a simple conversation warrants Wyatt to call me.
I’m sick of this nonsense.
Spencer frowns as he watches me.
“Who is he? I need a name.”
“Not a word about this, please.”
“A name and my lips are sealed.”
Damn it, why is my life so damn complicated? He’s going to run a search on him to check his criminal record, I know it.
“His name is Spencer Jones and I’m going out to dinner with him. I won’t be needing you again tonight. You may go home now,” I instruct with annoyance. If I wasn’t going out with Spencer before, I sure am now just to piss you off.
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