Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)
“I guess I’ll call her when I get out.”
My eyes hold his.
“You can listen, if you want?”
“No. I don’t need to listen.”
He smiles down at me and fixes my hair in a bun on top of my head. “You know, you’re kind of hot when you’re angry.”
“Can I have that on tape, please?”
He chuckles and picks up the soap to lather my body. “Except for the death threats and all.”
“It wasn’t a death threat,” I say. “Only a burial threat. There’s a big difference.”
His soapy hand goes down to between my legs. “Should I be sleeping with one eye open, Prescott?”
I laugh out loud. “Seeing as you kicked my brother out of your office today, I think you should.”
* * *
It’s late and I’m in bed alone. I can hear Spencer downstairs on the phone…
To her.
He’s been on the phone for forty minutes and he seems to be listening a lot. She obviously has a lot to say.
The green-eyed monster in me is fuming and wants to stomp down there and make him hang up, but the woman in me feels sorry for her. I can’t imagine what it would be like if he told me he was in love with someone else. But then, I could never imagine sleeping with him for ten years casually. Did she get the same Spencer that I get?
Or was he different with her? How did they meet in the beginning? Was it always about the sex? My mind begins to go off on a tangent as I imagine him going to her hotel whenever he met her.
Did they have a routine?
Would they go straight to bed and fuck? Or did they spend time with each other like we do? Having dinner, talking, and laughing.
I close my eyes in disgust with myself.
Stop it! He’s ending it.
My mind keeps picking up speed, though. When they had sex, was it better than what we have? Did she do what I don’t know… anal?
My stomach flips imagining him fucking her. I wonder, do they kiss while they do it like we do?
Did he look at her after it was finished the way he looks at me?
I get a vision of her from the hotel that early morning—her and her power suit, with a figure to die for. She was confident in every way, which is the exact opposite of me.
I close my eyes as the disgusting taste of bile fills my mouth.
I can’t stand the thought of him with her… touching her.
I can hear his voice rise, and I sit up. What’s he saying? I get out of bed and sneak out of the bedroom, down the hall, and sit on the top step. He’s in the dining room and can’t see me from where he is. He, thankfully, has no idea I can hear him.
“Because she’s right!” he snaps. “We both know she’s right. If we meet up, we’ll either end up in a huge fight or in bed. That’s how we are.”
My heart drops.
“But I don’t want to end up in bed, Sheridan. Fucking listen to me. I’m going blue in the face here.”