Mr Spencer(15)

“And after coffee, if you don’t want to see me again, that’s fine.” He raises his brows. “I’ll never write your name in my diary again.” He crosses his finger over his chest. “Cross my heart.”

I giggle sharply, but just as quickly I remember the facts of who he really is and fall serious again. “I don’t have what you’re after, Mr Spencer.”

His eyes hold mine and he dusts the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “Maybe I’m sick of the afters, Charlotte. Maybe I want a before.”

I feel my stomach somersault with nerves, the energy between us palpable.

“It’s late,” Wyatt snaps behind us, breaking our moment and forcing us both to jump.

Spencer frowns at Wyatt who has snuck up the porch steps. “Hello,” Spencer says, holding his hand out for Wyatt. I can tell he’s annoyed that Wyatt has interrupted us. “Spencer Jones.”

Wyatt glares at him and shakes his hand. “Wyatt. I’m Charlotte’s guard.”

“She’s home safe, Wyatt,” Spencer says flatly, glaring at Wyatt. “Why don’t you run along and give us some privacy?”

My eyes widen.

“I don’t think so,” Wyatt replies calmly. “I think it’s time you ran along.”

Spencer smirks as if amused and puts his two hands into his pockets. “Actually, I’m going in to have a coffee with my lovely date.” His eyes come back to mine and he takes my hand in his, picking it up to kiss it. “Aren’t I, Charlotte?”

“Yes,” I whisper, wide-eyed. Oh my God, what the hell is he doing?

Wyatt’s jaw clenches, and Spencer smiles and winks cheekily, clearly loving every moment of this.

“Wyatt, you… you are finished for the evening,” I stammer. “Spencer and I are just going to have coffee, that’s all.” I open my door in a fluster. “You should go home now.”

“I might see you in the morning when I leave, hey, Wyatt?” Spencer says chirpily. “Will you be on in the morning?” he asks, acting innocent.

Wyatt radiates thermonuclear anger as he glares at my cheeky date. I have no idea what the hell Spencer is playing at.

“Spencer!” I snap. “Cut it out.”

What the hell are these two idiots doing? Spencer is openly baiting him. His eyes hold Wyatt’s. “You do know that she’s twenty-four and perfectly capable of making her own decisions, right?”

I bite my lip to hide my smirk. He’s the first person who has ever challenged anyone in my life this way. It feels good to have someone in my corner for a change.

“Wyatt, honey, go home. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say softly as I walk through the doorway. “I’m fine, I promise.”

Spencer walks in behind me and waves with his fingertips, giving him a big cheesy grin. “Nighty night, Wyatt.”

I close the door and widen my eyes. “What the heck are you doing, Spencer?” I snap.

“Playing with him.” He smirks.

“I can see that, but why?”

“Because I won’t have him dictate to me when I see you.” He wraps his arms around my waist and smiles down at me. Then he leans down and kisses me. “Can we open the drapes so he can see me kissing you?”

I laugh against his lips. “Stop it, you’re acting like a petulant child.”

“He likes you.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“Why did you call him honey just now?”

I frown. “What? I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did. Don’t do it again.” He kisses me softly.

“Why not?”

“Because I like you.” His hands slide down to my behind and he pulls me against his erection. “I don’t want you calling your bodyguard honey.”

My heart begins to hammer in my chest, the air leaving my lungs in one long exhale.

“You… like me?” I ask nervously as I look up at him. How is a woman supposed to think with that weapon pressed up against her stomach?

Don’t flinch, don’t flinch, don’t flinch.

“Hmm.” He smiles a slow, sexy smile and pushes my hair back from my face. “I like you very much, actually.”

This is the most confusing date I have ever been on. All of the men that I’ve dated in the past have broken their necks to impress me, and yet Spencer isn’t giving a damn about what I think, and he’s purposely trying to anger my bodyguard.

He lives completely in the moment.

Strangely enough, I think he may be the most appealing man I’ve met in a very long time. If not ever.

I imagine Edward meeting Spencer, and I drop my head to hide my smile.

“What?” He presses his finger under my chin to bring my face up to his.

“My brother would hate you.”

He laughs. “Do I look like I give a fuck what your brother thinks of me?”

I smile. “No.”

He leans down, and his lips take mine, his tongue gently sweeping through my open mouth. My knees weaken.

“Put your arms around my neck, angel,” he murmurs against my lips, knowing he has to direct me.

Angel.

I tentatively put my arms around his strong shoulders, enjoying the way he looks down at me with his big blue eyes.