Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“My wife Natasha runs this charity with our friend Nicholas. We fly everywhere for them.” He points to an attractive brunette woman talking to a large European looking man. Jeez, good looks run in the family.

“Charlotte, this is my friend Joshua Stanton. Joshua’s brother Cameron studied medicine with my brother in the states. We’ve been to many a weekend away together over the years.” Spencer smiles.

“Hello.” He smiles over at me.

“Hi.” I smile back. I look at Bree who is staring at the god in front of us.

“This is Julian Masters and his wife Bree, and this is Sebastian Garcia.”

They all shake hands and the men fall into easy conversation.

“I’m on my way to the bar,” Joshua says.

Spencer’s eyes find mine. “I’ll get us another drink.”

I smile and nod, and he disappears with his friend.

“Holy heck,” Bree whispers. “Who was that guy?”

“God’s gift to women, I imagine.”

She giggles and clinks her lemonade with my champagne. “I like you, Charlotte Prescott,” she beams.

I smile. “Please… just call me Lottie. I’m trying to lose my surname for a while.”

She frowns. “You don’t like the name Prescott?”

I smile bashfully. “Yes, of course, just not everything that comes with it.”

“What do you mean?”

“My family have rigid rules.” I shrug. “That’s why I’ve moved to London. I just want to be Lottie for a while.”

She smiles. “That’s why I moved to

London, too.”

“How did you and Julian meet?” I ask.

She smirks as her eyes seek him out. “I was his nanny.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

She nods. “Yep. Cliché, isn’t it?”

I bite my bottom lip, and I take a look Julian’s way. “So, he was your boss?”

“Uh-huh. I thought I was coming over here to work for a woman, and when he picked me up from the airport I nearly died.”

I make eye contact with Spencer at the bar, and he gives me a sexy wink. My stomach flips and I have to drag my eyes back to Bree.

“It was all forbidden attraction and fireworks. Anyway, that’s enough of me, let’s talk about you and Spencer.”

My face falls.

“Oh.” She frowns. “What’s that look?”

“Nothing.” I sigh.