Mr Spencer(14)

“Where is your house?” Spencer asks as we walk up the road. He presses a button on his keys and the headlights to a sporty looking black Maserati light up.

“Just out of town.” I smile as we arrive at the extremely low vehicle. “This is your car?”

“Yep.” He smiles cheekily.

“I should have known that you would own a poser car.”

He flashes me one of those beautiful smiles and opens my car door. I feel myself melt.

“Yeah, because the Bentley you drive around in is so understated,” he hits back dryly.

I giggle as I slide into my seat. “That’s not my car, it’s my father’s.”

Spencer starts the car and pulls out onto the road.

“What do you drive then?” he asks with interest.

I bite my bottom lip and hesitate.

He casts a quick glance my way. “Your security guard drives you around all the time in that black Mercedes wagon, doesn’t he?”

I shrug, embarrassed. “Sort of.”

He frowns and bites his thumbnail as he thinks, his eyes stay fixed on the road. “How do you stand it?”

“What?”

“The lack of freedom and their control.”

I frown at him. “What do you mean?”

“They know where you are every minute of every day. How do you stand it? Don’t you feel suffocated and just want to break free?”

My heart sinks. He’s the first person who’s ever got it. “More than you know.” I sigh sadly.

He looks over at me and grins mischievously.

“What?” I smirk.

“Maybe you should run away with me and join the bad girl club.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I can teach you how to have fun in the dirtiest way possible.”

I chuckle as I look out the window. If only he knew how tempting that offer is. “I’m sure you could, Mr Mischief.”

He laughs and puts his hand on my thigh, like he’s done it a thousand times before.

This is the weirdest thing. He’s not getting romantic on me, he’s not trying to be perfect or pretend to be something he’s not, and it’s working. Second by second, I’m feeling more comfortable with him. All this honesty has him sliding right in under my skin.

God, he plays a good game.

“This is it, up here on the left,” I tell him.

We get to the large stone gates outside, and he glances over at me. “What’s the code?”

My eyes flicker nervously to Wyatt in the car behind us. I’m not supposed to give anyone the code to get in. “Eleven, zero, five,” I blurt out. I look at Wyatt through the passenger wing mirror and see he is getting annoyed.

Spencer pushes the code in and drives down the driveway. “This is my house here,” I say.

He parks the car and looks over at me as Wyatt’s headlights pull in closer behind us.

Spencer watches him in the rearview mirror. “This guy is pissing me off,” he mutters almost to himself, and then he opens his door. “Come on.”

I stare at him, confused. Does he think he’s coming in?

“I’m walking you to the door, Charlotte.” He rolls his eyes. “Fucking relax.”

“Oh.” I smile feeling stupid, and I get out of the car to follow him up the six stairs to the porch and my front door.

“Can I come in… for a coffee?” he asks.

I stare up at him as we stand in the darkness. “We have nothing in common, Spencer.”

“Spence,” he corrects me.

“We have nothing in common, Spence.”

He smiles down at me. “I don’t care.” He leans forward as if he’s going to kiss me, and I step back.

“See?” I snap.

“See what?” He frowns.

“This is why you can’t come in.”

“What is?”

“This ability you have to talk women onto their backs.”

He frowns and picks my hand up to kiss my fingertips. “I just want coffee, Charlotte. Why would you think I have a hidden ability?”

I watch him kiss my fingertips. “Well, it’s not really hidden. It’s out there for the world to see,” I whisper.

He rolls his eyes and drags his hands through his hair. “Stay off of Google, Charlotte.” He sighs. “Nothing good will ever come from that.”

“We’re just not suited, Spencer.” I sigh.

“Suited or not, you’re attracted to me, I can tell.”

“I am. I won’t deny that,” I admit.

He smiles softly and cups my face in his hands.

One night… just one night with him.

My heart begins to race as I imagine what it would be like to be in his bed.

He dusts his thumb over my bottom lip and watches my reaction. “I want to talk some more. I haven’t had enough time with you yet.”

“Talk about what?” I breathe, unable to concentrate when he touches my lip like that.

“Invite me in for coffee so we’re out of the sight of him.” He gestures to Wyatt in the parked car who is watching with beady eyes. Spencer drops my hands and holds his up in the air. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

I roll my lips to try and stop myself from smiling.