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The agent disappeared, indicating this was more serious than I’d initially thought. Spencer kept on walking, and I suggested for us to split up, with me heading right and him going left. He seemed tense, but also more annoyed than concerned for his daughter’s safety.
“This is what Maja does,” he bit out. “She likes to play games. She knows the area well from her old nanny, who let her wander around for hours. And before you ask, I got rid of her as soon as I learnt how incompetent she was.”
Excitement filled me at this challenge. It seemed like Maja was exactly the kind of child I’d been looking for. We needed to find her, so I reiterated that splitting up would work best.
Spencer ignored me, continuing up the stairs. By the time we reached the second floor, I was out of breath and freaking out a little, worried about her. Working out was definitely in my future if I ever wanted to keep up with Spencer or Maja.
After checking several rooms, we came to a dead end with no progress.
“Sir, Prime Minister, please, can we just take a moment?” I called out as he ascended to the third floor.
He turned to face me. His infuriated expression resembled a beast’s, and I quickly dropped my hands to my knees, trying to catch a breath.
“It’s all your fault, Miss Watkins. And call me Spencer here.” He got into my personal space. He had a habit of doing that.
The cedar scent of his cologne filled me with an intense sensation. His gaze travelled down to my lips. My heart pounded in response to his hard stare. I attempted to ignore his tall, muscular body and husky voice. I couldn’t let him distract me again.
Placing my hands on my hips, I met his gaze. He needed to know I wasn’t scared of him. His vibrant blue eyes oozed heat and lust, though I pretended not to notice the clench of his jaw.
“Are you out of your mind, Spencer? You rushed me out of that room so we could talk and Maja wasn’t even under my care, so how exactly is this my fault?”
The scent of his cologne was overwhelming and impossible to ignore. I wanted to run away as fast as I could, but my legs felt like lead, sinking me closer to him. Despite all my efforts to push away our obvious chemistry, an electric charge pulsed through the air, drawing us closer.
“Watch the way you talk to me, Miss Watkins,” he growled, his breath fanning my face.
I didn’t know why, but his harsh tone was affecting me deeply, stirring something within. I was itching to fire back with a defiant ‘or what?’ Yet, I restrained myself, realising I was stepping into dangerous territory.
His eyes burned with fire, and I swallowed hard.
“You’re the one who needs to watch out. I may be no one significant, but I know when I’m in the wrong, and this time, it wasn’t my fault.” I wondered how it would feel if I kissed him right then. His lips were just inches away from mine, and I knew he was thinking about it, too.
He smirked, and his eyes twinkled mischievously. He still didn’t move an inch. He seemed to be enjoying playing the intimidating role. He wanted to see if I would back away, but I had no intention to do so. His scent, a tender wisp akin to the subtle dance of fire pit smoke, wrapped around me, sensually igniting every fibre of my being.
“People don’t speak to me like that,” he said.
Someone cleared their throat behind us, reminding us we were no longer alone.
I spun around. A dark-haired woman in a black skirt suit, her expression stoic, stared at Spencer while gripping a tablet in her arms.
“I’m sorry, Mr Prime Minister,” she began, “but Jeremy has found your daughter.”
“She’s been messing with us,” Spencer muttered, finally moving away so I could breathe. “Thank you, Catherine. I'll be there shortly.”
The woman nodded and gave me a brief look before disappearing, leaving us alone again. Spencer was eyeing me with his dark-blue eyes. He wasn’t mad anymore and appeared amused, which for some reason made me even more angry.
“Am I amusing you?” I asked, still irritated that he had blamed me for his daughter’s decision to take off.
He moved beyond me without saying a word and walked downstairs again. I rolled my eyes. This man was infuriating.
“On the contrary, Miss Watkins, you’re not humorous at all.” He sounded annoyed again.
I wasn’t certain how to even respond, so I simply followed him back.
He led me into another large open-plan room. Maja was sprawled on the couch, eating something resembling an apple. She shot her father a glare and then grinned at me.
“I need a word with you, Jeremy. Miss Watkins, please stay with Maja and don’t let her leave this room,” Spencer commanded in a stern tone.
I nodded, restraining myself from rolling my eyes.
