Mr Spencer(69)

“What is it?”

He frowns. “This is new for me.”

“What is?”

He rolls onto his back and brings me with him. I lie with my head on his chest, rubbing my cheek back and forth on his skin.

“I feel like I…”

“What?”

“I can’t stand the thought of…” His voice trails off.

“Spencer?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He kisses my forehead. “It’s nothing.”

“No, tell me,” I urge. “What were you going to say?”

“Who did you sleep with Charlotte?”

What the hell is he thinking about this for?

“Why does that matter?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “It just does.”

Should I tell him? No, don’t wreck this.

“He doesn’t matter to me,” I tell him.

“Are you sure?”

I frown as I look up and watch him. What’s going through that mind of his? “Spence, why are you thinking about me with another man?”

He exhales heavily. “Because I don’t like it.”

“Like what?”

“Feeling jealous.”

I lean in and kiss his big soft lips. His tongue slowly slides through my open mouth, and that addictive feeling is there again.

Closeness.

“There’s nothing wrong with a little jealousy. I would be worried if you didn’t care.” I run my fingers through his messy blond hair.

He frowns at the ceiling as if processing my words.

“Does it normally bother you if a woman you are seeing has been with another?” I ask.

“No.”

“Would it bother you if I were with someone else now?”

“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.

I smile softly and stay silent.

It’s like he’s going through some kind of inner turmoil and doesn’t know how to handle it.

“I won’t be, Spence.” I kiss his chest. “I won’t be with anyone else. But you already know that, don’t you?”

He stares straight ahead.

“Is that what’s bothering you?” I ask. “The fact that I don’t fuck around—that this is special to me?”

His jaw clenches, and I know I’ve hit a nerve.

“Does it bother you that this is special to you, too?” I whisper.

His eyes search mine. “It shouldn’t.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

He pulls me close, so close that he nearly crushes me, and I smile against his shoulder as I wrap my arms around him.

He doesn’t have to answer me. He just told me the answer to my question without using his words.

Whether he likes it or not, this means something to him, too.

This is special.





*



Click….

I wake with a start. It’s dark and I’ve just heard the front door open. Spencer is sound asleep next to me.

I sit up in a rush.

Who’s that?

I throw my robe on and glance at the clock. It’s 6:20 a.m.

I pick up my phone and see ten missed calls from Wyatt.

Damn it, my phone was on silent.

I walk out into the hall and quickly close the bedroom door behind me before I head downstairs. Wyatt is already halfway up them.

“Is everything all right?” He frowns.

“Yes, sorry. I slept in.” I continue walking down the stairs to guide him away from my bedroom.

“You didn’t come down to the gym. When I couldn’t reach you on the phone, we were worried.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologise.

“Perhaps you should take my number, too,” Spencer offers sharply.

I look up to see Spencer with a towel wrapped around his waist, and he’s walking down the stairs towards us.

The blood drains from my face.

“What are you doing here?” Wyatt growls.

Spencer glares at him. “Visiting my girlfriend. What does it look like?”





11





Charlotte


Wyatt narrows his eyes and steps forward when Spencer gets to the bottom step.

“Spencer!” I stammer, glancing between the two men in total panic.

Shit.

“How did you get in here?” Wyatt asks roughly.

“I walked through the front door and used my key.” Spencer folds his arms over his chest.

“I don’t think so.” Wyatt sneers.

Spencer smirks. “Really? So, do you think I scaled the building instead? Perhaps a helicopter dropped me on the roof?”

Anthony walks through the front door and stops sharply when he sees Spencer wearing nothing more than a towel.

Wyatt turns and looks at Anthony, a silent message passing between the two of them.

“Spencer is a guest of mine,” I say quickly.

“I don’t think Edward’s going to like this,” Wyatt tells me, stating the obvious.

“Edward’s not going to know about this,” Spencer warns. “Not until Charlotte tells him herself.”

Wyatt narrows his eyes, his disapproval clear.