Mr Spencer(64)

“I really like this girl. I’m not going to risk fucking it up by sleeping with you.”

She raises her chin in defiance. “Is this the young one?”

“Yes.”

“Are you in love with her?”

I shrug. “I don’t know, it’s only new.”

She smiles, sarcasm dripping from her face. “You can’t do monogamy, Spencer, you’re just not wired that way.”

“I’ve never tried it.”

She laughs. “Exactly. So, why are you trying it now?”

I glare at her.

She puts her shoes on, her temper evident. “You’ve decided you want to be in a relationship and play happy families, is that it?” She fixes her hair. “You want a house in the country with a two point four children, is that it?”

“What, like you have?” I roll my eyes. “Sheridan, stop with the dramatics. I don’t know what I want. All I know is I only want to sleep with her right now.”

“Is the sex that good?” She sneers.

“It’s not about the sex,” I fire back without hesitation.

Her face falls and she stares at me for an extended period of time. “That hurt more than it should have,” she murmurs softly.

I drop my head. “I’m sorry.”

“Where does that leave us?”

“There is no us at the moment.”

“But we’re always going to be together. We made a pact seven years ago that we would always come first with one another.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Remember?” she asks quietly.

I nod and put my hands on my hips as I stare at her. We did promise each other that years ago, and until now it has never even been a problem.

She walks over and slides her key into my pocket, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Women will come and go with you, Spencer, but I’m here forever and, unlike them, my love for you is unconditional.”

I stare at her.

“I’m here for ten days,” she whispers.

“I’m not coming.”

“We’ll see.” She turns and walks out of my office, closing the door quietly behind her.

Her perfume lingers in the air, along with my regret, and I drop into my seat and stare into space.

Sheridan has been the only stable in my life for so long.

This is a really weird feeling.





Charlotte


I sort through the mail with a goofy smile on my face. I’m thinking of Spencer naked and laughing in the shower. He makes me melt. The way I laid in his arms after having sex, and the way we talked and laughed like old best friends…

The way he looks at me.

The way he makes me feel.

The day has flown and I’m in my fan girl element.

Spencer Jones.

I’m seeing him tonight, and oh, it’s all going so well.

I think back to the emails he sent me, and I go through the list of his qualities in my mind.

I don’t have a YouPorn profile. What does that even mean?

“What does YouPorn mean?” I ask Sarah and Paul. They look up from their task.

“What do you mean?” Sarah asks.

“I heard someone say the other day that they don’t have a YouPorn profile. What does that mean?”

“Oh.” They exchange looks and both laugh.

“You know… YouPorn?” Paul says.

“Nope.” I shrug. “Should I know what that is?”

“They should teach this shit at school. This is vital information,” Sarah says. “YouPorn is a platform like YouTube, but people upload sex videos to it.”

“Honesty, I wouldn’t even know how to fuck if it hadn’t been for this when I was a teenager.” Paul laughs.

“Me too.” Sarah nods enthusiastically. “I remember I used to practice the blow job tutorials.”

Paul laughs. “I remember I used to watch the guys fingering the girls to see what I was supposed to be doing down there. I had no fucking idea.”

“Did you practice?” Sarah smiles.

“Yep, on a watermelon.”

We all burst out laughing.

“You need to get on it and watch it, Lottie.” Sarah smiles. “See what we’re all missing out on. There are some seriously hot dudes on there who make the rest of the male population look very lame indeed.”

“Oh, yeah, because all you women let us blow on your faces.” Paul tuts. “Men are more depressed by that site than women are, let me tell you.”

“Yes.” Sarah gasps. “What the fuck is with that? Nobody is blowing on my freshly straightened hair while I kneel with my mouth open.” She shakes her head in disgust. “Honestly, as if women do that in real life.”

I giggle, pretending to know what they are on about. Shit, I really need to study this YouPorn thing tonight.

“Delivery for Lottie Preston,” a voice calls out.

I turn to see one of the security team from the foyer walking through with the biggest bunch of red roses I have ever seen.

“Holy shit!” Sarah cries.

My eyes widen and the man walks over to me. “You Lottie?” he asks.

I nod.

He passes me the huge bouquet, and I turn bright red.