My eyes widen. “N-no,” I stammer. “No, it was just a one-time thing.”
“Why would you give your virginity to someone for a one-time thing?” he snaps, and I can hear tension in his voice.
Shit…. I close my eyes. “It just happened, Spencer. It’s over now and I would rather not talk about it, please.”
“Is that why you moved to London and are carrying on with this fa?ade? You were hurt? Or were you just running away from him?”
“No. It really was a one-time thing, and now it’s over. Did you call me to talk about my past because I’m quite sure there is a lot of your history that we can discuss instead.”
He falls silent, eventually speaking softly. “Can I see you?”
God, I would like that.
“Perhaps we could go out to dinner when my father gets home?” I offer.
“Why not now?”
“Because if I’m seen with you, my guards will tell my family, and then I’ll be watched extra carefully. I’ve come this far with this fake identity and I want to carry on with it for the full six weeks. I’m really enjoying my job, and the friends I am making.”
“You don’t think I’m worth the risk?”
I roll my eyes. “You are being very high maintenance tonight, Mr Spencer. Did you call me to nag me to death?”
He laughs out loud. It’s deep and intoxicating, and I feel myself smiling goofily down the phone.
“Well, I’ve never been called that before.” He chuckles.
“There’s a first time for everything.” I smile as I sip my tea.
“What are you doing now?” His voice has dropped to a sexy, playful tone.
“I’m sitting at my kitchen bench in my pyjamas with a face mask on, drinking tea.”
“Good grief, woman. Lie to me.”
I giggle. “Okay.” I pause and try to think of a good lie. “I’m on a yacht.”
“Yes,” he whispers.
I try and stop myself from laughing. “I’m sailing through Croatia. The sun is setting, and I can hear the water lapping at the side of the boat.”
“Yes,” he purrs.
“With my husband.” I smile.
He makes a buzzer sound. “Wrong lie. Try again.”
“What lie are you hoping for?” I chuckle.
“Something along the lines of you being naked and thinking about me.”
My eyes widen. “Oh, that one.” God, he’s fun. “Well, you have to ask me again.”
“What are you doing now, my beautiful Charlotte?”
The sound of him calling me beautiful makes me smile. “I’m taking a bubble bath.”
“And?” I can tell he’s smiling.
“Drinking champagne.”
“Are you lying back against the edge?”
I get a vision of myself naked in the bath, drinking champagne. “Yes,” I breathe.
“Is your hair up?”
“Yes.”
“Is the room full of steam?”
I feel arousal start to tear through my blood stream. “Yes.”
“What are your legs doing?” he whispers.
I swallow the lump in my throat. God, this man makes me think naughty things.
“They’re open, my knees touching the sides of the bath,” I whisper.
He inhales sharply.
We stay silent as we both picture the setting; my sex begins to pump.
“Have you ever touched yourself while you thought of me?” His voice is husky, aroused.
I cringe. “Yes,” I breathe. He could make me orgasm just by talking to me like this.
“I’m going to call you tomorrow night at 9:30, angel, and I want you in the bath, naked with your legs wide open so we can continue this conversation.”
My eyes widen.
What?
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
Silence hangs between us.
Eventually, he replies, “Goodnight, angel.”
I press my hand on my chest as I try to control my breathing. I don’t want him to know how much he turns me on with his voice alone, and I most definitely don’t want to get off the phone. I want to play more games tonight.
“Goodnight, Spence.”
We both wait. I just want to ask him over to my place, and I know that’s what he’s waiting for.
Not yet.
“Goodbye,” I whisper, and I force myself to hang up.
*
Beth’s eyes nearly bulge from their sockets while she sucks her straw. “What do you mean, lie to him?”
I shrug and laugh. “Just what I said. I told him I had pyjamas and a face mask on, and he said lie to me.”
“Oh, this guy is fun, I like him.”
The two of us are at dinner and I’m filling her in on the latest Spencer gossip. I hate to admit it but I have been wearing a goofy grin all day…. the man makes me giddy.
“So, tonight, you have to be in the bath when he calls you?” she asks.
I shrug. “Apparently.”
She smiles broadly. “Get in the bath and ask him to come over to wash your back.” She chews her food. “With his dick.”
We both laugh out loud. “Can you imagine?”
“Do you reckon it’s big?’
I giggle and snort my wine up my nose. “Beth?’
“Seriously. He’s so over confident, he would have to be packing heat.”
I laugh myself into a coughing fit. “Packing heat?” I cough. “Who the hell says packing heat?”
She puts her finger up. “I do.”
I laugh and shake my head, and then she falls serious.
“Go home, get naked, and get into a big hot bath then wait for Mr Size Thirteen to call.”
I raise my wineglass in the air, and she clinks hers against it. “Mission accepted.”
*
The room is filled with steam as I lie back in the deep bath. I’m so aroused, I might orgasm when the phone rings… and right on cue, it does.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Are you in the bath?” he asks seductively.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Are your legs open?”
Just get straight to the point, why don’t you? My eyes close. I’ve never had anyone talk to me like this before. It’s insane.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Run your fingertips down over your stomach.” I can tell he’s already aroused too.
“Did you call to talk dirty to me, Mr Spencer?” I tease.
“Shut up and fucking do it.”
“Is that filthy mouth of yours always so bossy?”
“Angel, you have no idea.”
I smile and I dust my fingers down over my stomach.
“Tell me what you feel?” he asks.
Oh God…
“My skin.”
“Is it soft?”
“Yes.”
“Lower.” He exhales.
I drop my fingers between my open legs.
“Circle your four fingertips over your clitoris.”
I shudder, because just hearing him say that heats my blood. No man has ever spoken to me like this. I do as he asks, and I close my eyes to let the pleasure take over.
“Imagine it’s me who’s doing it. My open lips are on your neck.”
My head falls back.
“Talk to me,” he whispers through ragged breaths. “I want to hear your voice when you’re aroused.”
My fingers get to work, and I moan softly, my legs parting wider, seeking his invisible touch.
“Hmm, fuck yeah.” He hisses.
I smile at the arousal in his voice.
“Are you going to come for me, angel? Because I’ve been coming for you for two weeks.”
“Hmm.” I smile, my eyes still closed.
“I’ve had to imagine I was with you during sex or I couldn’t come.”
What?
My eyes snap open. “You imagined you were having sex with me when you were inside another woman?” I snap.
“Oh… shit… I mean...”
“You’ve had sex with someone else since we met?”
“Ah…” He hesitates as he tries to get himself out of this. “So… so did you, Charlotte,” he stammers. “Did you imagine it was me?”
My blood begins to boil. “No, Spencer. I did not.”
“You should have. I’m way better in bed than him.”
I get out of the bath in an instant. The water sloshes all over the floor. “No, what you are is an idiot!” I snap.
“I know. Wait. What are you doing?”
“Ending this call.”
“Don’t hang up on me,” he pleads.
“Go and do what you’ve been doing with the others.”
“What do you mean?”
“Imagining having sex with me is as close as you’re ever going to get. You big, stupid jerk.”
I hang up, wrap myself in a towel, and then I storm out of the bathroom.
The man is a first-class idiot.
*
I watch my phone dance across my side table while I lie in bed.
It’s late on Thursday night now, and Spencer has been calling me non-stop since our disastrous call on Tuesday.