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I glare at him, unresponsive. Spencer links our pinky fingers together and his eyes drop to my lips. “You’re my type,” he breathes.
“Next!” the barmaid calls. I break out of his grip and step forward.
“I’ll have a… erm...” My brain is completely fried from having him so close. “Can I have a…” Good grief, I can’t even string two sentences together. What is it with this man?
Spencer steps forward to rescue me. “She’ll have a bottle of Louis Roederer.” He smiles casually and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Give me your number.”
His hot breath tickles my neck and I feel goose bumps scatter my spine.
“What?” I frown and find myself staring at his big luscious lips.
“I don’t have your fucking phone number. Give it to me.”
My tingles instantly fade. “I don’t want you to call me. And stop swearing all the time.”
He rolls his eyes. “You can lie all you want about who you are to them, but don’t lie to me. Give me your number.”
The barmaid hands over the bottle and I pay her without thought. Without another word to Mr Spencer, I walk back to the table.
He’s such an asshole.
Moments later, he comes back to the table with another bottle of wine. He sits down and smiles calmly, placing his phone on the table.
My poor heart is hammering in my chest. This is devious behaviour at it’s very worst.
Sarah’s date wants me to leave with him, …and even worse than that is the fact that, I want to.
Spencer’s phone dances across the table, the name Sebastian lighting up the screen.
I roll my eyes. He has got to be kidding me.
“Hi, Seb,” he answers cheerfully. “Oh no.” His face falls as he pretends to listen. “Oh… really?”
I roll my eyes. Good grief. What next?
“Sure, yeah, I’ll come and get you now.” He listens and frowns at Sarah, shaking his head with fake annoyance.
I stare at him, deadpan. What a douche.
He ends the call. “Sarah, I am so sorry but I have to go. My friend Sebastian has driven into a ditch about half an hour out of the city, and his pregnant sister is in the car. I have to go and help them.”
Sarah’s face falls. “Oh no.”
“I’m so annoyed.” He sighs. “This was turning out to be such a great night, too.”
“What ditch?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
“Dead Guard Ditch,” he replies without hesitation.
I sip my wine and stare at him. “Sounds creepy.”
He narrows his eyes. “It is.”
He turns his attention to Sarah. “I’m sorry, but Richard will have to take over the reins tonight.”
“That’s okay, Spence, I can handle it.” Richard smiles.
I roll my eyes yet again. It’s obvious that Richard knew all along that Spencer was leaving early.
