Louise Spencer Novels & Stories

The blonde pressed again, making Spade to growl out before he got up and picked his gun, shoving it in the back of his pants, he opened the drawers on his bedside table, trying to pick out the perfect wristwatch for tonight. He felt Matteo right beside him again, brushing their sides together Matteo's hands shot out to the drawer as he pointed to one of Spade's, Patek philipe swiss designer wristwatch "That one" he whispered close to Spade's ear, making Spade to turn and look at him "it looks more fitting for your outfit, and plus it's your color" he added with a cheeky smile. Spade resisted an eye roll before he picked up the wristwatch and wore it around his wrist

A refined, elegant woman entered the room, looking to be in her mid-thirties. Sean gestured toward her. “Lottie, this is the restoration expert I told you about—Louisa Sinclair.” Charlotte’s eyes lit up with surprise. She had expected some elderly craftsman, not a stunning woman with an effortless air of sophistication. Charlotte quickly stood up and stepped forward, shaking Louisa’s hand with excitement. “Dr. Sinclair, it’s an honor! I’m Charlotte Riley. My ceramic figurine is in your hands now.”