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“You’re not a real customer. You just want to get into Spencer’s pants. I feel bad for you, so I’ll let you in on a little secret”—she leans towards him and stage whispers—“it’s never gonna happen.”

I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in anymore.

“Need me to go get Paul or Hayes?” Iris directs her question at me.

I eventually stop laughing and answer, “No, it's okay. I’m sure Lance here has a lot to do before his big gala tonight; he’ll be on his way now.”

Finally taking the hint, Lance walks to the door, but before he leaves he turns back to me. “You really should consider hiring more professional staff. I’ll see you next time, Spencer.”

“God. He’s like a fly in the summer. You open the door for half a second and he comes in like he has a right then refuses to leave.”

“You’re not wrong there.”

We stare out the window and watch as Lance struggles to reverse out of his parking spot and peel away.

Once he’s finally gone, Iris grabs my arm and turns me to her.

“So, I talked to Alma and she’s good to meet up at eight which means I’ll be by at six to get you all dolled up and?—“

“Dolled up for what?” A voice questions from behind me.

Not registering the voice and figuring the douchebag came back for seconds, I roll my eyes so hard I’m sure they’ll never come back to the front of my head.

“Not now, Lance. I told you I’m not…” I trail off when I finally turn towards the door.

It’s none other than one of the two men currently occupying all of my thoughts.

Zane. Fucking. Kingston.

CHAPTER 11

ZANE

Who the fuck is Lance? Just the name sounds punchable. Spencer’s greeting is a dead giveaway that he’s bothering her, and now I have the urge to go find the guy and make sure he stays away. I’m willing to ask every man on the street if his name is Lance to find the fucker. No one bothers my Angel.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

“Lance?”

“Yeah.” Spencer’s head tilts down and she shifts her weight back and forth.

Interesting.

“Who is he?”

“Oh he’s no one. Don’t worry?—”

Spencer doesn’t get to finish because she’s interrupted by Iris. She’s short but looks like she could hold her own in any verbal sparring match. Sassy women have that energy.

“He’s this annoying guy who thinks he’s God’s gift to women, and always comes by to ask Spencer out. Not that she’s ever given any indication that she’d go out with him. He thinks every woman is dying to spread their legs for him.”

He better fucking not or else he’ll find himself with a few broken bones to make sure he can't utter another word to Spencer, let alone ask her out. Then when it heals, I'll break it again. This time for pure pleasure.

“Iris!”

“What? Am I wrong?” Iris doesn’t look remorseful.

Little does she know, I already know almost everything there is to know about her: where she was born, how often she drinks coffee, what her most watched show on Netflix is.

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