Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Her eyes light up. “I love to dance, Spencer.”

“Me, too. I can’t wait for the real music to start.”

Okay, now it’s my turn to get angry. If he dirty dances with her, I swear to God.

“Do you like to dance, Lottie?” Richard asks.

I smile sweetly. “I do.” I sip my wine. “You can tell so much about a person by the way they dance.”

Richard grins like he’s winning me over. The poor fella thinks he’s getting in here. I kind of feel bad that he’s tied up in this mess. “I’m going to the bar to get another bottle of wine for us.” I stand before they can object, and I walk to the bar and wait in line.

What do I do? What do I do? Should I leave?

I don’t want to be here if Spencer is into Sarah. Watching him with her would be my worst nightmare.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Spencer whispers behind me.

“Washing my hair, what does it look like?”

“I don’t know what kind of bitch pills you’re on tonight, but fucking cut it out.”

I turn to him and thumb my chest. “Me?” I shake my head and turn my back on him. “How about you cut it out?”

“Let’s get out of here,” he says suddenly.

I frown and look over my shoulder. “What?’

“I don’t want to be on a date with her. I only ever intended on staying for an hour.” He pulls out his phone. “Sebastian is calling me in exactly twenty minutes with my get out of here plan. Let’s go somewhere, just the two of us.” He puts his hand on my hip bone, the contact unnoticeable to anyone else because we are covered by the crowd around us.

“Are you kidding me?” I whisper. “Sarah really likes you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like her.” He squeezes my behind. “I like you.”

I swat his hand away angrily. “You’re a pig, Spencer Jones, and you’re too late. You had a chance with me, and you blew it.”

“You fucking blew it, not me!”

I turn to him, and I swear, I have never been so infuriated in my life. “I… I blew it?” I stammer. “You have got to be joking?”

“You kicked me out and didn’t call me.”

I shake my head in disgust. “You are the most unromantic jerk I have ever met.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He smirks and squeezes my hip bone. “Now, let’s leave. If Wyatt gets in my way, I’m punching his lights out. Prepare yourself for my attack.”

“Ha.” I huff. “I would like to see that. He would wipe the floor with your wimpy behind.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

I swat his hand away from my waist. “Stop touching me,” I whisper as I shuffle forward in the line.

He immediately pulls me back against him to show me who’s the boss here.

“I’m leaving in twenty minutes. Are you coming with me or not?”

“Not. She really likes you.”

“And this is why I’m leaving. She’s not my type. I have zero attraction to her.”