Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“What was it?” She keeps typing.
“Oh, just this weird guy was playing tricks on people.” I widen my eyes, good grief. “It was hilarious,” I add.
She raises her eyebrow, unimpressed. “Hmm, sounds it.” She stands. “I’m going to the bathroom. Does anyone want a coffee while I’m up?”
“Please,” we both say.
I drop my head to desperately try to stop myself from laughing out loud. Spencer’s on the navigation team for Santa Claus. Now I really have heard it all. I click the email open again and read the last reason.
20 – Because I know you like me, too.
I click it shut immediately. How does he know that? I’ve not given him any reason to believe I’m interested in him.
Shit. I stare at my computer for a long time.
What do I write back? I think for a moment.
Dear Mr Spencer,
Thank you for taking the time to outline your personal attributes, which I must say, are very impressive indeed. However, unfortunately, at this time, your application for a dinner date has been unsuccessful.
I wish you luck with your future endeavours.
Santa Claus’s navigation team? You really are an inspiration.
I must go as I’m typing this with my nose due to my severely
broken fingers and I am in terrible pain.
Lottie: xoxo
I hit send with a hint of sadness. Damn it. I hate that my pride won’t let me go out with him. He has no idea how much he kicked my confidence to the kerb.
And besides, I’ve only just started to have fun. If I begin to run around with him now it will just bring attention to me, my plan, my job, and my time in London will come to an abrupt end.
It’s a hopeless situation, anyway….it is, what it is.
Now is not the time to start something with Mr Spencer.
My email pings.
Dear Miss Charlotte,
I reject your rejection:
Give me your phone number immediately or
I’m calling you at work on your work number and asking for Charlotte Prescott on 07826653350
My mouth falls open. He wouldn’t, would he?
“W-what’s our work phone number?” I ask, trying to act casual.
Paul looks up. “07826653350.”
My eyes widen, shit…. he knows the number. I immediately type back.
Don’t you dare call me at work!
Sarah is sitting beside me, and she is waiting for you to call her.
But of course, you are too much of a coward to do that.
I hit send in a fury. God, this man drives me mad. I close my email in disgust.
Sarah’s phone immediately rings, and my heart drops. Damn it, what have I done?
My phone rings at the same time, shit.
I quickly answer it. “Hello.”
“Hello, Charlotte. It’s Alexander,” the deep voice purrs down the phone.
Alexander is Edward’s best friend. Edward said he would be checking on me. I glance over to Sarah to see who she is talking to.
“Hello,” she answers, and her face breaks out into a smile. “Hi, Spencer.”
It’s him.
“How are you?” Alex asks me on my call.
“I’m great, busy with work,” I add. “And you?” I glance back at Sarah.
“Oh, that’s okay, I know you’re busy,” Sarah says. She listens for a moment. “Oh.” She sighs.
Damn him.
“We need to catch up while you’re in London,” Alexander says.
What I really need to do is hang up so I can listen to Sarah’s conversation properly. “Yes, we do,” I agree in a rush.
“What are you doing Saturday night? I have my mother’s charity ball on. You must come,” Alexander suggests.
Sarah drops into her chair. “Oh, I see.” She smiles sadly. “She’s a lucky girl,” he says.
What the hell is he saying to her?
“Of course, Alex.” I exhale. “I’m really busy though, I’m at work.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go. I will message you with the details.”
I watch Sarah, and she frowns as she listens. “He said that?”
I need to end this call. “Yes, Alex. Sounds great, see you Saturday.” I hang up in a rush.
Sarah is smirking as she stares down at her desk.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She smiles. “I’ll have to think about it.” She listens for a moment. “Thanks for letting me know. Yeah, it’s okay. I completely understand.”
She hangs up and turns to me. “Well, that’s that.” She throws her hands up in the air. “Spencer Jones just dumped me.”
“What did he say?”
“He said that he wasn’t over his old girlfriend and it wasn’t fair to start something with me.”
I stare at her. That was the last excuse I ever thought he would give. “Oh.”
“He said that Richard had asked him if he could call me because he felt that he and I had hit it off.”
“Really?” I smile in surprise. That was nice of him to say that to boost her confidence.
She shrugs and tries hard not to smile, but I can tell she’s flattered. “I don’t think I’ll go out with him, though. He isn’t really my type.”
“I thought Richard was hot.” I smile.