“I don’t know what went down with you two, but Spencer looks miserable. I tried to get him to talk, but he clams up and says nothing’s wrong.” Sneaky whispered in my ear. I glanced over at him standing in a corner nursing his drink. I’d kept my eyes on him all night, noticing that wherever I went, he was always a few feet away. Not talking, just staring at me as I talked to clients and friends.
“He had the balls to accuse me of giving him cheap rent so I could get in his pants. You know me, Sneaky. I don’t have to resort to stupid tactics like that to get anyone in bed.” I turned away from Spencer, hoping he didn’t see the anger boiling inside me.
“s**t. Do you want me to say something to him?” She asked, then glanced in his direction. Spencer looked away, and I knew he could see we were
