Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“Again with the pointless shit from that sentence.” He rolls his eyes. “The part of the sentence you should only have heard to was ready to kill me.”

I smirk. “You are an idiot.”

He gives me a sexy wink as he bites the food from his fork.

“So, then what happened?”

“I got rid of Sheridan, and then I saw Edward.”

“And…?”

“Nothing really. Stupid Alexander York told him I was sniffing around you.”

“Sniffing around?” I frown. “That’s uncouth.”

“I really did want to tell him how good you tasted. You know… to infuriate him more.”

“Spencer.” I smirk. “Now you’re being uncouth. Will you stop joking around and tell me what the hell happened?”

“Nothing other than he warned me to stay away from you. I told him that it was none of his business. He told me he didn’t like me, and then I kicked him out of my office.”

I stare at him as my brain misfires.

He winks that cheeky boy wink again.

“Tell me you’re joking.”

“Nope. That’s exactly how it happened.”

“You kicked him out?” I gasp.

“He told me he didn’t like me.”

“You… you could have tried to be nice to him at least,” I stammer.

“I’m not putting up with his shit, Charlotte. Nobody comes to my office and makes demands without getting kic

ked out.”

“Sheridan does,” I retort.

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t start that shit.”

“Don’t start?” I snap. “Oh, I haven’t started yet. How did it end? What was the last thing you said to her?”

“I told her I would have dinner with her tomorrow night to talk about it.”

“What?”

He shrugs casually. “It’s the least I could do. I won’t be long. A few hours tops.”

“No.”

His eyes come to mine. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no. You’re not going.”

He frowns.