Mr Spencer(37)

I glare at him, unresponsive. Spencer links our pinky fingers together and his eyes drop to my lips. “You’re my type,” he breathes.

“Next!” the barmaid calls. I break out of his grip and step forward.

“I’ll have a… erm...” My brain is completely fried from having him so close. “Can I have a…” Good grief, I can’t even string two sentences together. What is it with this man?

Spencer steps forward to rescue me. “She’ll have a bottle of Louis Roederer.” He smiles casually and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Give me your number.”

His hot breath tickles my neck and I feel goose bumps scatter my spine.

“What?” I frown and find myself staring at his big luscious lips.

“I don’t have your fucking phone number. Give it to me.”

My tingles instantly fade. “I don’t want you to call me. And stop swearing all the time.”

He rolls his eyes. “You can lie all you want about who you are to them, but don’t lie to me. Give me your number.”

The barmaid hands over the bottle and I pay her without thought. Without another word to Mr Spencer, I walk back to the table.

He’s such an asshole.

Moments later, he comes back to the table with another bottle of wine. He sits down and smiles calmly, placing his phone on the table.

My poor heart is hammering in my chest. This is devious behaviour at it’s very worst.

Sarah’s date wants me to leave with him, …and even worse than that is the fact that, I want to.

Spencer’s phone dances across the table, the name Sebastian lighting up the screen.

I roll my eyes. He has got to be kidding me.

“Hi, Seb,” he answers cheerfully. “Oh no.” His face falls as he pretends to listen. “Oh… really?”

I roll my eyes. Good grief. What next?

“Sure, yeah, I’ll come and get you now.” He listens and frowns at Sarah, shaking his head with fake annoyance.

I stare at him, deadpan. What a douche.

He ends the call. “Sarah, I am so sorry but I have to go. My friend Sebastian has driven into a ditch about half an hour out of the city, and his pregnant sister is in the car. I have to go and help them.”

Sarah’s face falls. “Oh no.”

“I’m so annoyed.” He sighs. “This was turning out to be such a great night, too.”

“What ditch?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

“Dead Guard Ditch,” he replies without hesitation.

I sip my wine and stare at him. “Sounds creepy.”

He narrows his eyes. “It is.”

He turns his attention to Sarah. “I’m sorry, but Richard will have to take over the reins tonight.”

“That’s okay, Spence, I can handle it.” Richard smiles.

I roll my eyes yet again. It’s obvious that Richard knew all along that Spencer was leaving early.

“Will you call me?” Sarah asks Spencer.

My heart drops for her. Damn him.

“Of course. What’s your number?” he asks.

She smiles and reads it out to him, and he ‘apparently’ puts it into his phone.

“What about if I want to contact you at work?” he asks her. “Do you have a work email?”

“Yes.” She smiles excitedly. “It’s sarah@ conradmailroom.com.”

“Okay.” He stands and shakes Sarah’s hand. “Lovely to meet you. My apologies about tonight.”

“That’s okay.” She giggles. “Call me.”

Spencer shakes Richard’s hand, and then he moves closer to me.

“Goodbye, Mr Spencer. Have a nice life.” I tilt my chin to the ceiling.

He narrows his eyes at me again. “Have fun in that mailroom, Lottie.”

I smile sweetly. “I intend to.”

Our eyes are locked, and he raises his eyebrow in a This is your last chance to come with me way.

I wave. “Goodbye Spencer.” I sip my wine.

After a beat, he gives a subtle shake of his head and leaves the restaurant without looking back.

“Looks like I have two dancing partners tonight.” Richard smiles, jiggling in his seat.

Sarah and I laugh at his goofy moves. “You sure do.”





Spencer


I walk into another restaurant on a mission, riled up and severely pissed off.

She didn’t want to come with me. She wanted to stay with him.

Her fucking bodyguard.

I should have knocked that fucker out on her porch like I wanted to.

My skin prickles. I bet he made his move on her that night after I left, the fucking snake.

Masters gives me a quick wave from the table they are sitting at along the back wall. I double booked myself tonight. My first stop was with the date from Hell, followed by my second stop of dinner with my three best friends.

I storm over and see Bree, Masters, and Sebastian glancing at their menus.

“Hi,” I grunt and fall into my seat.

“How did the date go?” Seb asks without looking up.

“Fucking disaster.” I pick up his beer and drain it.

“Ease up.” He snatches it back from me. “Get your own.”

I raise my hand immediately to try and get the waitress’s attention.