Mr Spencer(91)

She ends her conversation and skips over. “Oh, I was just getting the gossip. Apparently Tiffany broke up with Zane because she caught him having sex with Brittany from level two. They were doing it in her car in the basement car park.”

I wince. “Oh shit.”

“But apparently Tiffany gave Darren a blowie the other night in his car when he drove her home, and that’s why he fucked Brittany. It was his payback.”

My mouth falls open. “Who told you that?”

“Darren told Paul, Paul told me, and I just told them.”

“God, it’s so sleazy. Who gives other guys blowies when they have a boyfriend?”

“I know.” She takes the cart for me. “I told you, this place is Hot Dick City, and every woman is here for herself. Women can’t control themselves.”

I giggle as I walk beside her. “Have you ever given anyone here a blowie?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “Last year at the Christmas party I had a threesome in one of the offices on level eleven.”

My mouth falls open. “Sarah,” I gasp. “What the hell?”

“I know, right?” She shrugs. “Weirdest night of my life. It was like the twilight zone, and it was totally shit.”

“Why?” I frown. I’ve been watching this stuff on YouPorn and it looks anything but shit.

“Frigging hell, there was just too much going on, you know? One minute I’m riding, then I had a dick getting shoved down my throat at the same time. Then the other one is flipping me around and doing me doggy, while the other one is pulling my hair so I can suck his dick just how he wants it. I couldn’t concentrate on any one task enough to do a good job of it.”

I burst out laughing, imagining her getting flipped around like a ragdoll while trying hard to concentrate.

“Honestly, threesomes are like some kind of Olympic pentathlon except you have to do all the events at the same time. Good in theory.” She puffs air into her cheeks and shakes her head. “Not so much in practice.”

I put my hands over my face and laugh. I’m never going to think of Olympic pentathlons the same ever again. I love this girl, but a sadness fills me. I’m going to miss her when I leave.

Maybe she could come with me?

Enjoy every day while I can.

My phone rings in my pocket and I take it out, the name Spence lights up the screen.

“I’m just going to take this,” I whisper.

“Sure thing.” She continues pushing the cart.

I step into the stairwell. “Hello.”

“Angel.” His deep voice purrs, and a broad smile crosses my face. Even his voice makes me giddy.

“How are you?” I ask dreamily.

“Missing my girl.”

“Well, you get to see her in...” I glance at my watch, “approximately five hours.”

“I’m counting the minutes.”

I swoon. He’s so gorgeous.

“I’m calling to give you my address.”

“Oh.” I bunch my shoulders together in excitement. “That’s right, we’re having a sleepover at your house tonight.”

“We are,” he purrs. “What time will you be here?”

“I’ll finish at five and go back to grab my stuff, and then I’ll be over.”

“Bring a few days clothes.”

I smile. “Is this an extended sleepover?”

“Mmmhmm, it is. Don’t shower before you come.”

“Why not?” I frown.

“Because that’s fifteen more minutes that I don’t get to see you. Besides, I like to wash you.”

My heart sings in my chest. He does love to wash me. I’ve never felt so adored in all of my life.

“Okay,” I whisper. I’ve told him I love him a few times, and he hasn’t said it back yet, not since that first time he said it when we were arguing about Sheridan. I’m trying not to be needy.

“Goodbye, Spence,” I say.

“Where’s my I love you?” he asks.

Relief hits me. “I love you.” I smile.

He inhales sharply. “And now my day is complete. See you tonight, angel.” He hangs up and I frown. I stare at the phone in my hand for a moment. Why does he notice when I don’t say it to him, but then he never says it back to me?

Men.

Well, that’s it, I’m not saying it again until he does. I walk back into the office to find Sarah laughing out loud with a group of girls and I find myself smiling broadly. Who’s slept with who now?





*



I’m sitting in the back of the Mercedes wagon that Wyatt is driving. Anthony is sitting in the passenger seat beside him, texting Spencer to let him know we will be arriving in a few minutes. It turns out that Spencer has called them about the details of where they will be staying tonight, too. The two of them have overnight bags with them as well. It seems surreal that he looks after the boys as if they’re his own staff. If I’m being honest, he seems more caring about their welfare than Edward has ever been. I’m usually the only one who worries about them.

“Where is it exactly?” I ask, craning my neck to look up the street.

“Just up here around the corner.”

“Do we have a key?”