Mr Spencer(47)

“Hello, sorry we’re late,” a girl’s voice interrupts us from behind. I turn to see a pretty woman and a man standing beside us. She’s heavily pregnant. Actually, I think she is the one from the wedding the first time I met Spencer.

Spencer turns immediately. “Charlotte, this is Julian Masters and his wife Brielle—Bree for short.”

“Hello.” I smile nervously and shake both of their hands.

They both smile back at me, and the woman hunches her shoulders in excitement before she rubs Spencer’s.

I can tell they are very fond of each other.

“Where’s Sebastian?” Spencer asks. “Typical. He signs us up for this shit and then turns up late.”

Julian smiles. “What would you expect?” He turns to Bree. “Would you like a drink, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh.” She exhales heavily. “I would like ten glasses of champagne, actually.”

Julian raises his brow. “Lemonade then?”

“Ugh, fine.” She sighs and moves closer to me.

Julian falls into natural conversation with Spencer. I look around at all the people dressed in their black-tie outfits, and I notice that there really are some beautiful gowns here.

“When are you due?” I ask Bree, simply to make conversation.

“Seven weeks.”

“Exciting.” I smile. “Is that an accent I detect?”

“Yes.” She laughs. “I’m Australian.” She takes my hand in hers. “I’m so glad to finally meet you.” Her eyes drop down my dress. “You are absolutely gorgeous, just as Spence said you were.”

I frown. “You’ve heard of me?”

She glances at Spencer to check he can’t hear us. “Of course I’ve heard of you. Spencer has been going on and on about you since the two of you first met,” she whispers.

I try to hide my smile but fail miserably. “So, you know him well?” I ask. I don’t know why but I already feel at ease with this woman. I’m guessing she’s around my age, too.

“He’s Julian’s best friend, along with Seb, of course.” She looks over at a man with dark hair who is approaching us through the crowd. “Speak of the devil.”

“Hello, troublemaker,” Seb teases Bree as he bends to kiss her cheek.

“Sebastian, this is Charlotte,” she introduces with a broad smile.

Sebastian is tall, dark, and handsome, and he has a natural wave to his hair. Good grief, these men are seriously good looking.

Seb’s eyes light up, and he picks up my hand to kiss the back of it. “Lovely to meet you, Charlotte, but you really should run away with me instead of Spencer.” He winks mischievously.

“Hey, cut that out,” Spencer cries from behind us. “Lips off her immediately.”

Julian and Sebastian chuckle.

“Hello, Sebastian.” I smile.

“Where is your date?” Bree asks Sebastian.

He rolls his eyes. “Long story, but you’re my surrogate date tonight.”

Bree and I chuckle.

He stands and falls into conversation with Julian and Spencer.

“He seems nice,” I say.

“He’s dreamy,” Bree agrees. “But he attracts the worst women.”

“Why?”

“I have no idea. They all end up being crazy bunny boilers.”

I giggle.

Bree looks over at her husband. “Jules, how is my lemonade going? I’m dehydrating over here while making your baby.”

“Sorry, babe.” He takes off to the bar immediately.

“Are you kidding me, Jones? What the hell are you doing here?” a male voice barks from behind us.

We turn, and Spencer laughs out loud. “What the fuck, Stanton? What are you doing here?” Spencer shakes the hand of the man in the black dinner suit.

“My wife Natasha runs this charity with our friend Nicholas. We fly everywhere for them.” He points to an attractive brunette woman talking to a large European looking man. Jeez, good looks run in the family.

“Charlotte, this is my friend Joshua Stanton. Joshua’s brother Cameron studied medicine with my brother in the states. We’ve been to many a weekend away together over the years.” Spencer smiles.

“Hello.” He smiles over at me.

“Hi.” I smile back. I look at Bree who is staring at the god in front of us.

“This is Julian Masters and his wife Bree, and this is Sebastian Garcia.”

They all shake hands and the men fall into easy conversation.

“I’m on my way to the bar,” Joshua says.

Spencer’s eyes find mine. “I’ll get us another drink.”

I smile and nod, and he disappears with his friend.

“Holy heck,” Bree whispers. “Who was that guy?”

“God’s gift to women, I imagine.”

She giggles and clinks her lemonade with my champagne. “I like you, Charlotte Prescott,” she beams.

I smile. “Please… just call me Lottie. I’m trying to lose my surname for a while.”

She frowns. “You don’t like the name Prescott?”

I smile bashfully. “Yes, of course, just not everything that comes with it.”

“What do you mean?”