Mr Spencer(126)

“And the rental terms?” Spencer asks her casually.

“We could do a five by five.”

“We’re only after a two by two at this point.” He looks around. “We plan on expanding within three years, and this space won’t be big enough for us then.”

“I’ll go outside and call the owner now; see what she says.”

“Thank you.” We walk back out into the main office area.

The door closes behind her and he turns to me. “What do you think?”

I look around at the expansive modern space on the tenth floor, right in the middle of London. There are six offices, all with glass walls and views that look out over the city. The reception area is large and modern. It has a kitchen, a conference room, and its own private bathrooms.

“Spence,” I whisper. “It’s perfect.”

“Right?” He smiles, proud of himself for finding it.

“Are you sure I can do this?”

He kisses me softly. “You can do anything you set your mind to, angel. Stop doubting yourself.”

I imagine how I could make this place look and excitement fills me.

“Don’t act interested,” he says. “Play it cool while I negotiate the rental terms.”

“Okay.”

I walk over to the offices and start looking through them again. The agent returns.

“When would you want to consider beginning your rental agreement?”

I think for a moment. “Probably after Christmas. It would be hard for me to find suitable staff at this time of the year.”

“The owner said that should be fine.”

Spencer nods. “Okay, we’re going to look at a few other buildings this afternoon, so I’ll let you know.”

My face falls and Spencer gives me the look. Oh, that’s right, we’re playing it cool.

“The rent is rather high,” he says casually.

“Let me see what I can do about that,” the agent replies.

“If we can get the rent down a little, we may be able to work something out.”

I shake her hand. “Thank you for meeting us.”

“My pleasure.”

We follow her outside, and I take one last look at the space and fight to hold back a huge smile.

I think we just found an office for me.





*



I follow Spencer as he strides down the hospital corridor. He’s carrying the biggest bunch of flowers I have ever seen, and I’m loaded up with gifts, too. I think Spencer bought half of the store today.

“Hurry up,” he whispers.

He’s so excited.

I’m seeing this other part of him I never knew existed… the paternal part.

My ovaries have exploded to smithereens.

Playboy Spencer is hot, fuckable, funny, and the entire world wants a piece of him. But family Spencer, the one that only a few select people get to know, is caring and considerate, swoony and beautiful… I could go on and on.

All I know is that I’m a very lucky woman to have him love me.

The way he looks at me, the way he loves me, it’s all I need.

We get to a door and he turns. “You ready?”

“I’m not the one having a baby, Spencer.”

He chuckles and knocks on the door.

“Come in!” someone calls.

Spencer tentatively opens the door. Bree is in bed and Julian is sitting in a chair beside her, holding their newborn baby.

Spencer places the flowers down and rushes to Bree’s side. “Are you okay, darling?” he whispers as he kisses her temple and takes her hand in his.

She laughs at him. “I’m fine, Spence.” She turns to me. “Hi, Lottie.”

“Hello.” I bounce with excitement. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” She smiles proudly. “He’s just perfect.”

Spencer turns to Julian and lets out a quiet chuckle. “Congratulations, man.” He shakes Julian’s hand and then pulls the little blue blanket down to look at the baby.

“What’s his name?” Spencer asks softly.

“Henry.” Julian looks like he’s about to burst with pride. I find myself getting teary watching the two men swooning over this little baby boy.

I turn back to Bree. “Was the birth okay?” I ask softly.

“God.” She sighs. “It was fucking hell.”

I bite my bottom lip to hold back my smile. I love Bree. She’s so normal.

“You know how they tell you your whole life that it’s bad?”

“Yeah,” I answer cautiously.

“It’s worse than bad. It’s times ten worse.” She widens her eyes. “I thought I was going to die.”

I giggle and my attention goes back to Julian and Spencer who are staring at the bundle in Julian’s arms. They are utterly awestruck.

“Where are the kids?” Spencer asks.

“They’ve just gone home. They’re coming back in a few hours,” Julian tells him. “Bree hasn’t even showered yet.”

“Oh.” My face falls as I glance between them. “I’m so sorry to intrude.”

“Don’t be silly. Seb was trying to come into the delivery room.” Bree smiles. “He’s just gone to get us some dinner.”