I’ve caught her out. This is why she won’t see me. She’s fucking him.
Agreeing to the date on Sunday night was probably just to shut me up.
I want to storm over there and drag her out of here.
I inhale deeply, trying to get a hold of myself. It’s been a long time since a woman has gotten to me like Charlotte Prescott has. If ever.
I don’t like it, I don’t trust it, and I don’t fucking want it… much to Masters’ and Seb’s amusement. They’ve told me that I am, without a doubt, the stupidest man on Earth to say that to a woman. I agree with them.
Lesson learned.
I tip my head back and drain my beer.
Alexander keeps talking then Charlotte says something to him and walks over to a table. When she gets there, she turns and walks back to the bar where I am standing, approaching me slowly.
“Excuse me.” I smile at Leonie as she talks.
“Oh, sure.” She frowns.
“Hello, Spence.” Charlotte smiles up at me.
“Hi,” I push out.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” she says nervously.
I stare at her, physically biting my tongue from, once again, losing control and showing my feelings.
“You’re here on a date?” I ask flatly.
Charlottes eyes widen. “No. God, no. Alexander is a family friend, that’s all.”
I stare at her as she dusts my arm with her hand. “Honestly, I swear.”
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p; Relief fills me, and I smirk, feeling stupid.
“Were you jealous?” she asks.
“Green-eyed monster jealous.” I sip my beer.
She’s all big lips and dimples, and I feel my lust for her all the way to my balls.
“I wish I was alone with you,” I say. Damn it, why does this woman make me blurt shit out?
Her eyes hold mine. I feel like she wants to say something, but she remains silent.
“How was your day?” I ask to make conversation.
“Good.” She smiles. “I was waiting for a phone call. Weren’t you calling me today?”
I smile, my anger dissipating. “I was waiting until I got home tonight and was naked in my bed.”
Her breath catches.
“I wanted to touch myself to the sound of your voice,” I confess.
She smirks and the air between us crackles, our eyes locked.