Mr Spencer(88)

“What are you making me for dinner, Jones?” She looks up at me.

I run my hand down and over her ass. “Whatever room service is delivering.”





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I sit at my desk and stare at the plans in front of me. It’s late in the afternoon and I’ve been hectic all day, taking endless meetings with clients.

My phone rings and the name Seb lights up the screen.

“Hi.” I smile and lean back in my chair.

“The mattress is in your room and waiting for the princess. Completely sex-stain free… for now.”

I chuckle. “Thanks, man, I owe you one.”

“And I may have fucked the sales assistant to guarantee your delivery.”

“What?”

He chuckles, and I know he’s joking.

“Where’s my old mattress?” I ask.

“They took it away. It caught fire as soon as it saw daylight.”

I laugh. “I don’t doubt it.” I hear the door click, and I turn to see Sheridan walking in. She turns and locks the door behind her.

I frown. Oh, shit.

“I’ve got to go,” I tell Seb.

“Hey, so you know how Angela called me...” he continues, ignoring me.

Sheridan sits on the desk in front of me. She leans down and kisses me, and I pull away quickly, shaking my head in disgust.

“Stop,” I mouth at her.

“Angela wants me to go over tonight,” Seb continues.

I frown. “What for?”

Sheridan drops to the floor in front of my chair and I shake my head. “Stop,” I mouth again.

“She wants to talk to me about something,” Seb says.

Sheridan grabs my fly and begins to unzip my pants. “Will you cut it out!” I snap, quickly closing my legs.

“What?” Seb asks.

“Mate, I have to go, sorry,” I snap. “Shit’s going on here.” Sheridan grabs my cock through my pants and strokes me. I swat her hand away.

“Call you later,” I snap and hang up. “What the fuck, Sheridan?”

“Oh, darling. Don’t act like you don’t love it when I do this.”

My phone buzzes and my receptionist’s voice rings out. “Mr Jones?”

I push Sheridan away. “Fucking stop it, will you?” She drops her head to my lap and bites me through my pants. “Get up!” I snap. I push the intercom. “Yeah?” I say.

“I have an Edward Prescott here to see you.”

My eyes widen.

Oh fuck.





14





Spencer


Oh hell. This is the worst timing ever. I exhale heavily.…. shit, what does he want?

“Tell him I’ll be a few minutes. I’m with a client,” I splutter.

“Okay.”

I hang up and stand in a rush. “Fucking hell, Sheridan.” I drag her from the floor by the arm. “What the hell are you doing?”

She smirks. “Pleasing my man. What does it look like?”

“I’m not your man, and you need to stop coming in here unannounced and touching me.”

She rolls her eyes. “Are you still going on with this nonsense?”

“Yes.” I grab her biceps. “Fucking listen to what I’m saying. This has to stop.” I gently push her away from my body. “Please,” I urge.

Her eyes search mine, and realisation sets in that I actually mean this. Her eyes fill with tears. “Spence,” she whispers.

My heart drops and I sigh. “Shez… don’t.”

“But you said it would always be us.”

“I know I did.”

“I love you,” she whispers through tears.

“What?” I frown. What the fuck… she did not just say that?

“For years, I’ve loved you, Spence.”

My eyebrows rise. “And you didn’t think to say something to me before now?”

“Because I didn’t want to lose you.” She shrugs. “But if you’re ready to settle down, I’ll move here, and we can try to make it work. Maybe you can have the house in the countryside and the two-point-four children… but with me.”

My shoulders slump, and I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “It’s not that easy.”

Tears fill her eyes even more, and damn, if it isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever seen. Sheridan is the toughest chick I know.

“Please,” she murmurs helplessly.

My heart constricts at the sight of her begging. “Shez.” I take her in my arms and hold her tight as her tears roll down her face. “Don’t be upset.” I kiss her temple. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Then give me a chance. We can try. I’ll move here. You know I can make you happy, Spence.”

I glance at the door. Edward is still out there. I completely forgot about him for a moment.

“Sheridan, my next appointment is here,” I whisper in a panic.

“Can I see you tonight?” she pleads.

“No.”

Her face scrunches up. “Ten years together, and you can’t even have dinner with me to talk about this?”