Mr. Spencer Read online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
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“What are you going to do about tomorrow night?” I ask.

“I guess I’ll call her when I get out.”

My eyes hold his.

“You can listen, if you want?”

“No. I don’t need to listen.”

He smiles down at me and fixes my hair in a bun on top of my head. “You know, you’re kind of hot when you’re angry.”

“Can I have that on tape, please?”

He chuckles and picks up the soap to lather my body. “Except for the death threats and all.”

“It wasn’t a death threat,” I say. “Only a burial threat. There’s a big difference.”

His soapy hand goes down to between my legs. “Should I be sleeping with one eye open, Prescott?”

I laugh out loud. “Seeing as you kicked my brother out of your office today, I think you should.”

* * *

It’s late and I’m in bed alone. I can hear Spencer downstairs on the phone…

To her.

He’s been on the phone for forty minutes and he seems to be listening a lot. She obviously has a lot to say.

The green-eyed monster in me is fuming and wants to stomp down there and make him hang up, but the woman in me feels sorry for her. I can’t imagine what it would be like if he told me he was in love with someone else. But then, I could never imagine sleeping with him for ten years casually. Did she get the same Spencer that I get?

Or was he different with her? How did they meet in the beginning? Was it always about the sex? My mind begins to go off on a tangent as I imagine him going to her hotel whenever he met her.

Did they have a routine?

Would they go straight to bed and fuck? Or did they spend time with each other like we do? Having dinner, talking, and laughing.

I close my eyes in disgust with myself.

Stop it! He’s ending it.

My mind keeps picking up speed, though. When they had sex, was it better than what we have? Did she do what I don’t know… anal?

My stomach flips imagining him fucking her. I wonder, do they kiss while they do it like we do?

Did he look at her after it was finished the way he looks at me?

I get a vision of her from the hotel that early morning—her and her power suit, with a figure to die for. She was confident in every way, which is the exact opposite of me.

I close my eyes as the disgusting taste of bile fills my mouth.

I can’t stand the thought of him with her… touching her.

I can hear his voice rise, and I sit up. What’s he saying? I get out of bed and sneak out of the bedroom, down the hall, and sit on the top step. He’s in the dining room and can’t see me from where he is. He, thankfully, has no idea I can hear him.

“Because she’s right!” he snaps. “We both know she’s right. If we meet up, we’ll either end up in a huge fight or in bed. That’s how we are.”

My heart drops.

“But I don’t want to end up in bed, Sheridan. Fucking listen to me. I’m going blue in the face here.”

He listens for a moment.

“No, I don’t want that.”

He listens again.

“No. Look this is going nowhere. You’re not fucking listening. I’m changing my phone number and I’m telling my receptionists that you are not to come into my office unannounced again.”

He listens.

“Because of you dropping to your knees under my desk today!” he snaps. “You can’t fucking touch me. I’ve asked you multiple times to stop and you won’t, so it’s quite obvious to me that we can’t be just friends.”

What the hell? She dropped to her knees under his desk? Did she go down on him?

Oh my God, what the hell happened in his office today?

What if Edward hadn’t interrupted them?

My heart begins to hammer

“For fuck’s sake, stop it!” he snaps. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s beginning to get angry. “No, you listen to me: you do not go near Charlotte or there will be hell to pay.”

She says something that makes him pause.

“She makes me happy, Sheridan. You always said you wanted me happy.” He listens again. “There is a big difference between the two, and besides, have you forgotten that you have a fucking boyfriend?”

She has a boyfriend. What the hell?

“I don’t care if you’re in an open relationship. No. I don’t want you to end it with him. For the first time in my life I don’t want an open relationship. I want Charlotte all to myself and I can’t think of anything worse than having sex with someone else who isn’t her. This is why I can’t be with you. I don’t physically want to be. I’m not into it like I was before I met her.”


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