Mr Spencer(39)

They all nod, finally understanding my predicament.

“I did what I had to do.”

“What?” Seb asks.

“I accused her of sleeping with her bodyguard and told her I was going to knock him out.”

“You can’t fight for shit.” Masters chuckles.

“I know that! But I asked her to leave with me anyway.” I shake my head and sip my beer, completely dejected. “She declined and told me to have a nice life.”

The three of them burst out laughing again, and this time I can’t help it… I find myself laughing too.

I drop my head into my hands.

“What are you going to do?” Seb asks.

“Get rolling drunk in hymen commiseration.”

They all burst out laughing again.

“This isn’t fucking funny!”





Charlotte


It’s Monday afternoon and I’m sitting at my computer next to my work colleagues, each of us going through our emails and paperwork for the day.

Sarah checks her phone for the fiftieth time today. “Damn it, why hasn’t he called?”

“He’s an idiot.” I sigh. “Forget about Spencer Jones, you can do a lot better.”

At least he could have called her to tell her he isn’t interested.

I hate that I like that he isn’t interested.

“What was the other guy like?” Paul asks.

“Oh, he was really nice,” I say. “And I think he liked Sarah.”

“He did not.” She sighs.

The three of us ended up having a really good time, and we danced the night away.

My email pings, the name Spencer Jones appearing in front of me.

My heart skips a beat.

I glance to the other two who are only a metre or so away from my desk.

Shit, shit, shit.

Hello Lottie,

I would have called you, but I don’t have your number.

Would you like to have dinner tonight?

Spence.





Oh my God. I quickly close the email, get up and move away from my desk.

I don’t want to be suspicious, so I scurry to the kitchen.

“Anyone want a coffee?” I ask them.

“Please,” they both answer.

I can’t believe Spencer is emailing me when I am sitting next to someone who is waiting for his call.

Good grief.

I make the coffees with my mind in overdrive, and then I take my time returning to my desk.

Just say no. Yes.

Okay, I’m just going to email him and say no. That’s easy.

I open the email and hit reply.

Mr Spencer

I cannot think of one good reason why I should

want to go out with you. My answer is no.

Lottie.





I look left then right and hit send.

A reply hits my inbox in an instant.

Dearest Lottie,

You are mistaken

I can think of at least thirty reasons why you should go out with me.

Spencer.





Poor, conceited fool.

Mr Spencer,

Name them.





I hit send and smirk against my coffee cup.

I answer a few emails, and then another reply comes back.

Lottie,

Although I have many obvious attributes, I will

happily oblige your request.





1 – I have white teeth.

2 – I love my grandma.

3 – I bake delicious cakes.

4 – I have blonde hair like you, we could dress as twins on fancy dress.





I giggle before I catch myself.

5 – I don’t tell lies.

6 – I like naughty kittens.





I put my hand over my mouth and close the email before I laugh out loud.

This man is an idiot. Can’t he at least pretend to be cool. I head to the bathroom to try and calm myself before I go back to my desk and open the email again.

7 – I am a size 13 shoe.

You work out what that means.





I bite back my grin.

8 – I’m not scared of your brother





My heart drops, if only he knew how important that point is to me.

9 – I’m taller than you.

10 – I can’t stop thinking about you.





7





Charlotte


I quickly close the email and sit back in my chair.

He can’t stop thinking about me.

Well, the feeling is completely mutual. I’ve thought of nothing but him since Saturday night. I stare at the computer screen for awhile, wondering what to do.

He really hurt my pride the other week at my house, but worse than that, he hurt my feelings. I don’t like the power he has over me, nobody has ever had the ability to hurt me before.

But I know he could do a really good job of it… will do a good job of it.

I blow out a dejected breath. Spencer Jones may be the most fun man I’ve met in a long time, but we are better off just being friends. I already know what the future holds for us. I don’t want to be one of his harem. He made it very clear that he isn’t interested in virgins.