Mr Spencer(72)

“But promise you won’t get mad with me.”

She rolls her eyes. “As if I’ll get mad. Did you give someone upstairs a blowie?”

I laugh. “Why does it always come back to blowies with you? And no, most definitely not. I didn’t really used to work in a nursery.”

“You didn’t?” She frowns.

“No.” I watch her for a moment, pondering how much I should elaborate. Damn it, I should just tell her everything—lay it all out on the table.

“I just wanted a stress-free job for a while.”

“Oh… okay.”

I exhale as I brace myself for her reaction. “You know how I told you that I recently broke up with my boyfriend before I moved to London?”

“Yes.”

“Well…” Oh, how do I say this? “I recently ran into him again and we realised that there was still something there between us.”

“Obviously, if you got back with him.”

“And now it’s really awkward because, well, I don’t want to upset you.”

“Why would you upset me?”

“Because I ran into my ex-boyfriend when I was with you.”

She frowns in confusion. “When?”

“He was your date on our double date. His name is Spencer Jones.”

Her mouth falls open. “Fuck… off,” she whispers.

I cringe. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you and that’s why Spencer left early that night. He was horrified.”

“What?”

“I didn’t know how to tell you at first. It was all so weird, and then I spent the weekend with him, and he sent me those flowers yesterday. The thing is, I really like you and I can’t lie to you anymore,” I blurt out in a rush.

She shakes her head and exhales heavily. “And what is your real job?”

“I’m a lawyer,” I whisper in embarrassment.

“Of course you fucking are.” She leans back in her chair and hangs her head over the back. “So, let me get this straight. You’re smart and you’re going out with my dream guy?”

I shrug. What else can I do?

“Hmm.” She turns back to her computer.

“What does hmm mean?” I ask as I watch her.

“You can’t carry a surfboard with your snatch like me, though, can you?” She raises her eyebrow sarcastically. “I bet you Spencer doesn’t know that.”

I giggle. “What? You can’t do that.”

“I could if I wanted to. If it’s on my Tinder profile, it must be true.”

We both burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry for lying to you. I just didn’t want to upset you.” I reach over and take her hand. “Are you angry with me? You have to imagine my horror when I realised who your date was.”

“Nah.” She shrugs. “I get it. He’s totally hot, but please put me out of my misery and tell me he’s a complete dud in bed.”

“Completely shit,” I lie.

“Good.” She smirks. “I knew it.”





*



I trail my lipstick over my lips and smile at myself in the mirror. I can’t wipe the stupid smile from my face.

A date with swoony Spencer Jones, the dreamboat.

I’ve floated through today ever since I told Sarah the truth. I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. She was fine and says she doesn’t hate me.

I mean, there is still that small issue of me telling my family about the two of us, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Who knows, we may not even be seeing each other by the time my family get back.

Of course we will.

I’m trying not to let myself get attached to him, but it’s hard not to. He’s funny, smart, sexy, and he makes me feel so special.

I laugh the whole time I’m with him. What’s between us feels so grown up and real. I turn and take a look at my behind in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight grey dress that has long sleeves and a plunging neckline. My hair is swept up, and I’m wearing long silver earrings to match my high stilettos. I smile as I look over myself.

I look different.

I feel different.

It’s as if Spencer has awakened something inside of me that has been dying to get out for years. Suddenly, I want to dress sexily because he makes me feel sexy. I’ve had this dress for ages, but I’ve never worn it, not once. I’ve put it on before but taken it off before I went out because I thought it was too much.

But I want to be too much for him. I want to be everything.

I hear the front door open, and I smile with excitement.

“Angel?” he calls from downstairs.

“Coming!”

I take one last look at myself and make my way to the stairs. Spencer stares up at me and gives me a slow sexy smile as I walk towards him.

His hands are tucked inside his suit pockets, and the way he is looking at me might just set me on fire.

“Hi.” I smile bashfully when I reach him.

“Hi,” he whispers, his eyes dropping to my lips.

There it is.

The air crackles between us. “You look fucking beautiful.” He takes my hand and kisses the back of it. He turns my hand over and his tongue darts out to slowly lick my wrist.