“I love you.”
“Lucky. Because my father doesn’t want to see me again.”
“He’ll come around.” He sighs as he pulls me up by the hand. “Come on, get up and get yourself ready.”
“Why, where are we going?” I sigh.
“We have to celebrate. This is a big day. We just moved in together. Let’s see if we can find a bar that will play our song.”
I laugh. “There are no Australian one-man bands in London who know the song “Dream Catch Me,” Spence.”
“Karaoke it is then.”
* * *
Five hours later, and I’m smiling up at my handsome dance partner, rearranging his tie. “Thank you.” I smile.
“For what?”
“For dancing with me in a deserted bar at 1:00 a.m. on a school night. I know you’re trying to take my mind off of things.”
He spins me around. “You’re wrong about that, Prescott. I’m putting your mind onto things. This is a strategic move. I’m playing the game of champions.”
I fake amazement and narrow my eyes. “Oh, really? Tell me, Mr Spencer… ” I reach up and brush his hair back from his forehead and kiss him softly on the lips. “Is your brain in your dick tonight?”
“No, my brain is in my heart.” And what a beautiful heart it is.
“My erection is in my dick.” He kisses my temple.
I gi
ggle at his ridiculous answer, and we sway to the music.
“Will you love me when I’m poor, Lady Charlotte?”
“Why would you ever be poor, Mr Spencer?” I smirk.
“Sheridan wanted me to go to New York next week for a tender meeting.”
I stop dancing.
“I said no.”
“What does that mean?” I frown.
“It means she has the right to pull my company’s contract.”
“Do you think she will?”
He shrugs and starts to sway us again. “I don’t think so. She’s ballsy but she’s not a bitch. She isn’t vindictive.”
I stare at him.
“My company supplies her with good quality steel, she knows that.”
“Why don’t you just go?” I say.
“Because I don’t want to leave you.” He kisses me again.