Page 170 of Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)


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“I was in town doing business,” he lies.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr Prescott.”

His eyes hold mine and we glare at each other.

“I don’t want to have this conversation again. Stay away from Charlotte. Do I make myself clear?”

I smile broadly. I would just love to throw it in his face right now for being such a conceited prick, but I won’t. I won’t… for Charlotte’s sake. Edward doesn’t respect her, but I do.

“Perhaps next time we meet, you will be a touch more well-mannered, Mr Prescott.” That’s the only answer I give him. “Or at least have some idea what you are talking about. I don’t have time for childish, half-thought out assumptions. I’m a very busy man.”

His eyes blaze with anger, and he steps forward so his face is only millimetres from mine. “I don’t like you.”

Our eyes are locked.

“You don’t have to.” I smirk. “Now get out.”

We stand toe-to-toe as fury boils between us. Eventually, he turns and leaves without another word. The door clicks closed, and I inhale a deep breath as I drop into my chair.

Fucking hell, this really is going to be World War Three.

Charlotte

I push the heavy mail cart though the office. “Lottie!” Scott calls as he leans back on his chair.

“Yes?” Scott is the cheeky man from level six. He’s good looking, and so, so much fun.

“Are we on for tonight?” he teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

I hand him the wad of mail for his department. “No, we’re not on for tonight. I tell you that every day.”

He winces and tips his head back to the Heavens. “Oh, come on, you don’t know what you are missing out on. I’m every woman’s dream, you know?”

I chuckle and keep pushing my trolley.

“Call me!” he cries out in a girl’s voice. I smile as I walk along and continue handing out the mail. Who knew that this shitty job could make me so happy? I look up ahead and see Sarah swinging on a chair as she talks to three girls. She glances over at me.

“This cart is heavy, you know…” I huff.

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?”

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