Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“What? Why?”

I shake my head. “I’m not the kind of girl you are used to, Mr Spencer.”

As if confused he shakes his head as if at a loss. “And what kind of girl is that?”

“I’m not one of those high society sluts. Y-you should go back inside and find someone else to… entertain you,” I stammer.

“I never said you were and I don’t want anyone else!” he snaps. “If I overstepped the line, I apologise. I never… I mean…”

He’s tripping over his words as he tries to right the situation.

I step back again, creating more distance. “You stepped over the line… by a lot.” I glance up and I can see my father is out on the terrace looking for me. “I have to go.” I brush past Mr Spencer, walk up the path and up the stairs. My father smiles the second he sees me.

“Are you ready to leave, Charlotte?”

“Please,” I say quietly. My eyes fall back down to the garden where Mr Spencer stands.

My father puts his arm around me and we walk around to the front of the house to get into the back of his Bentley. His driver shuts the door and I peer out just in time to see Mr Spencer appearing from the shadows next to the house, watching me leave.

He smiles softly and blows me a kiss, and I drop my head at once, gripping my clutch on my lap.

“That was a great night, wasn’t it?” My father smiles as the car slowly pulls out.

“It was.” I force a smile. My fingertips rise to brush my lips which still tingle from Mr Spencer’s touch. I smile to myself softly.

No wonder he’s the most eligible bachelor in London.

He’s perfect.

And he’s trouble.

2

Charlotte

The car enters the grounds of my father’s estate. We ride down the driveway, past his expansive sandstone castle. We continue along to the lane that leads to my house on the property. The grounds are manicured to perfection. As usual, the security staff walk the perimeters morning, noon, and night. My two brothers and I each have houses on this property, including our own roads in, but we always use my father’s driveway if we are with him. I smile at the thought. Dad couldn’t possibly use another entrance to his house. He has to drive through the huge fancy gates to feel at home.

I love it here. My father’s staff are beautiful, and I always feel safe. Although I do worry about dad living here all alone. He’s never recovered since my mother died. She was the love of his life. He had to fight hard for the right to love her, too. She was his childhood housekeeper’s daughter. Our money is old money, passed down from generation to generation. Our social reputation is deeply ingrained into all of us. When he fell in love with the hired help’s daughter, it didn’t go down well. It seems like so much has changed since back then…. And at the same time, like nothing has changed at all. I wouldn’t be allowed to fall in love with the hired help either, and all hell would break loose if I so much as tried.

The moonlight reflects off the white pebbles on the drive, and a wave of sadness rolls over me as I look around at the grand grounds. Money doesn’t buy happiness. We would all hand over every penny we have in an instant if it meant we got to see our mother again.

I look out of the window with a frown and, as if sensing my thoughts, my father reaches over and takes my hand.

“Everything all right?” he asks quietly.

I smile at him, banishing my sad thoughts. “Of course. I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“What’s on tomorrow, dear?”

“Nothing. Gardening with Elouise.”

“You don’t have to help with the gardening, you know.”

“I know.” I kiss the back of his hand tenderly. “I like to garden, you know that, and if I get to spend the day with Elouise then all the better for me.”

He smiles and looks out of the window, somewhat bemused. It’s funny because I spend more time with the staff here than I do with anyone else. Most of them have been with my father since I was a child. Elouise is an older lady and our resident horticulturist. She’s gentle, sweet, and I adore her. She lives in the village and has worked for us for about two years, forever a dear friend.

The car rolls to a stop outside my house, and I lean over and kiss my father as Wyatt opens my car door.