Maid For The Tycoon: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (14 page)

“Given we live in the same block, I’m guessing we will see each other before you start the new job.”

“I’ll keep the bottle on ice then.” Leon stepped out of the frame way of the front door. “You have a nice night then, Jenna. I hope he appreciates his time with you.”

The comment tugged at her heartstring. She remembered Spencer confessing he’d been deliberately mean to her because he hadn’t got his own way. Watching Leon walk away, she couldn’t help but compare the two men.

Lost in thought, she realized she’d been staring into space for over ten minutes. She dashed inside to prepare Zada. It was inevitable she’d be late now. Rather than ring Spencer and have him reprimand her over not accepting his offer of a car, she settled for an impersonal text. With Zada set up to go, she locked up the apartment and made haste.

Fortunately, the Gods of public transport had been smiling on Jenna. She had a smooth ride and was only quarter of an hour late. Pushing the pram along Fifth Avenue, Jenna was amazed by the size of the houses. Reaching her destination, she was nervous ringing the doorbell.

Spencer opened the door in beige chinos and a maroon polo shirt and brown suede shoes. He was impossibly handsome. As he kissed her on the cheek, she felt her stomach doing flip flops. Crouching low, he extracted Zada from the pram and lifted her high in the air. Zada was laughing and gurgling. Spencer’s smile was boyish as he relished the baby’s joy at his antics. He landed a kiss on the top of Zada’s head.

“Want to come and meet Rosie and Nanny Merton?”

Jenna wasn’t sure if the question was directed at her or Zada.

“Sounds like a plan,” she answered on her niece’s behalf.

They traipsed up two flights of stairs to get from the kitchen situated in the basement to the nursery and main bedrooms on the first floor. As Jenna expected, Miss Merton was lovely. In her late thirties, she was warm, friendly and radiated competency and the natural instinct to care. Zada was taken with her straight away.

“You need to meet Rosie.”

Jenna’s hand flew to her mouth at the sight of the little girl. Her skin was the complexion of peaches and cream and she had bright brown eyes and her dark hair was cut in a bob. Rosie was a gorgeous tiny thing, but the child’s wheelchair she was sitting in almost had Jenna in tears. The three-year old made eye contact with Jenna and smiled glowingly at her.

“Spencer,” she cried in slow tones.

“Hey, you got my name out,” he replied giving her a hug.

“Rosie has trouble remembering names?” asked Jenna

Spencer shook his head. “Speaking may not be an option for Rosie in the very near future. Children with Rett Syndrome lose the ability to communicate verbally. When she says my name, I try and remember where I am and listen hard so I don’t forget the sound of her voice when it goes completely.”

“Can Zada play with her?”

“Hopefully. Rosie’s alert and has an interest in her surroundings. Her motor skills aren’t good, but she’s quite sociable.”

In her infancy, Zada’s curiosity resulted in her approaching Rosie directly. Rosie was calm and sweet, and watched Zada play, reacting positively when Zada tried to involve her.

“I better get back to the kitchen or dinner will be burnt,” said Spencer huskily. “Come join me if you’re happy to leave Zada here.”

Content that Zada and Rosie were a good match, after exchanging a few words with Nanny Merton, Jenna re-entered the kitchen.

Spencer had his back to her as he cooked. Jenna had no idea what to say.

“I’m glad I brought her.”

“Who?”

“Zada. I’m glad I bought her to spend time with Rosie.”

“Me too,” he said shortly.

“I can see how wonderful Nanny Merton is and I can see how devoted you are to Rosie. I think it’ll be good for Zada to spend time with such a sparkly little fighter with a big heart.”

Spencer tuned around. His expression was a mixture of kindness and pride. “Rosie truly is something special. Going through that rapid destruction phase and somehow she’s always able to make us smile.”

“I know. I feel quite ashamed we had a bust up regarding when we’d be able to meet next, when there are far bigger problems in the world being faced by far smaller people.”

Spencer walked to Jenna, bowed his forehead and ran his hands on her upper arms. “I know our lives are very different Jenna King, but I don’t think you and I are.”

Jenna could feel her heart racing. She could feel the warmth of Spencer’s hands through her knitted sweater. She wanted him. It wasn’t about the billions in his bank account. It wasn’t about his handsome good looks. It was about a man that was as sensitive as he was intelligent and generous as he was motivated. Jenna put her hand over his heart and raised her head to meet his eyes.

Chapter 11

Spencer’s brown eyes were fathomless. Jenna could feel the strong beat of his heart. He gazed at her intently, but remained rooted to the spot. Jenna lifted her head higher in order for her to brush his lips. Catching her lips, he was able to transform the kiss from a peck to something that lingered longer.

Unused to taking the lead, but drawn to the softer side Spencer had revealed in the nursery, Jenna reached her arms round Spencer’s neck to drag him lower for a deeper and longer kiss. As they kissed on the tiled floor of the kitchen, Jenna’s arms eventually released their loop hold on Spencer’s neck. Resting on his waist, she tentatively let her hands wander the leather of his belt until she found the buckle. Trembling, she unbuckled his belt and clumsily undid the button and flies of his chinos. Her thumbs slipped inside the Emporio Armani waistband of his boxers. Spencer broke the kiss and raised his head to the ceiling waiting for Jenna’s next move.

On previous encounters, it had been Spencer leading the way. Pulse racing, Jenna crouched until she was kneeling on the floor. She could see Spencer’s cock pressed hard against the pristine white cotton of his underwear. As she rolled down his boxers, she was surprised at how horny she was at the sight of Spencer’s naked erection. Eight inches long and thick, she licked her lips as her hand gripped his shaft. She let her tongue flick over the helmet of his dick and was encouraged when she heard him gasp loudly. Opening wide, she imbibed the bulb and sucked hard.

Spencer bit his lip from moaning out loud, lest they draw attention to the basement. His hand went to Jenna’s head. Softening her throat, Jenna was relaxed enough to start inching Spencer’s rod down her mouth. Taking him as deep as possible, her head bobbed on the rock hard erection. Spencer thrust his hips slightly, which brought tears to Jenna’s eyes as she choked on the shaft. Releasing him from her mouth, she used her hand to work him while her tongue tended his balls. Her touch was driving Spencer slowly crazy.

Tapping her shoulder, when she looked up Spencer nodded to insinuate that she should stand. Jenna did as Spencer wanted but kept one hand tight around the base of his cock. His eyes were half shut at the pleasure Jenna was bestowing on his dick.

Hurriedly, he lifted her top over her head. Flinging it to the ground, his hands went straight to the cups of her deep pink bra. Roughly, he shoved them down to get a view of her pert, rounded breasts. His large hands massaged them, causing Jenna to arch her back so that her breasts filled Spencer’s hands. Squatting slightly, Spencer took her left nipple in his mouth. He sucked forcefully until he felt it hardening between his teeth. Releasing the nipple, he latched onto her right breast to do the same. As he took in mouthfuls of the dark flesh of her breast, his hands went to her jeans. Unlike Jenna, Spencer was quicker and more confident in easing his access to Jenna. Her belt and jeans were undone in under a minute.

Spencer dropped to his knees and shoved Jenna’s jeans toward her ankle with him. Carefully he undid the strap of one of her high heels. Jenna was able to use Spencer’s broad shoulders to steady herself as he assisted in removing both items of footwear. Free of her heels, Jenna kicked her jeans away. Spencer laughed at her wantonness. He liked the sexy side of Jenna that wanted him in a raw and physical way.

Teasing her carnal urges, Spencer bit the sheer pink material of Jenna’s briefs. As his head tussled with the cotton, Jenna was surprised to hear a rip and watch her panties magically fall to the floor. Spencer stood up and began striding forward, forcing Jenna to stumble backwards until she felt an object directly behind her.

“I told you I’d take you at a dining room table,” he reminded her.

Her smile was brief. Spencer was serious. He lifted her on the table and placing a hand on her breast bone pushed her back until she was lying flat on the oak surface. Grabbing her by the ankles, he held them wide apart to permit himself a view of her perfectly groomed slit. Turned on by trimmed pussy, he thrust his cock straight into her entrance. He could feel Jenna stiffen as he worked his length into her. Legs still high and wide, Spencer was able to withdraw the eight inches and then plough straight back into her.

Taking his time, he glided in and out of her. The constant pressure of his helmet bursting through and then sliding out of her slit had Jenna writhing on the table close to orgasm. Spencer liked looking down to see his cock devoured by Jenna’s needy pussy. To be in her so deep that his pubis was firm against her pussy lips was a visual aphrodisiac.

Determined to bring Jenna to climax first, he continued to tease her by sliding into her and then sliding back out. She was begging for more of him, but he knew teasing her slit would be the key to her orgasm. In minutes, Jenna was thrashing around on the table, her legs shaky in Spencer’s firm grip. Her breathing was sporadic and there was no doubt in Spencer’s mind he’d delivered a mind-blowing orgasm to Jenna.

Hoisting her legs over his shoulders, Spencer was able to increase his speed. Cock buried in Jenna, he slammed repeatedly into her – hard and fast. Jenna was bouncing off his pubis from the force he was penetrating her with. Dragging her by the waist further onto his shaft, he pumped furiously, enjoying Jenna’s whimpering. Jenna locked her ankles around Spencer’s neck to ensure he could pound her as vigorously as he demanded. With Jenna providing resistance, Spencer’s hands were free to caress Jenna’s breasts and roam her youthful body.

As he felt himself getting ready to release, he rammed Jenna up the table and climbed on top of her (and the table) for the last few jerks of his hips. One hand stroked her face as he balanced his weight on the other. In seconds, his teeth were gritted and his eyes shut tight as he took himself over the brink.

He lay on Jenna for a few minutes. His hot breath on her face was strangely comforting.

“How come whenever I’m with you I end up naked while you’re still fully clothed?” she asked.

“Because you’re too polite to tear off my clothes,” he answered glibly. “But you’ll learn soon enough that buttons can be sewn back on shirts and fingernail scratches on my back will heal.”

She shook her head unsure of whether he was joking or not. “I hope dinner’s not spoilt. I’m famished,” moaned Jenna.

Spencer watched in amusement as she collected her clothes and dressed herself. She flung the ripped briefs at him. “Can’t see me being able to stitch those up.”

Spencer examined the handy work of his teeth. “True. Sometimes in the spirit of passion, one inadvertently sacrifices the odd item of clothes that can’t be repaired. These being one of them.”

“Keep them as a souvenir,” she laughed.

“Why, was that the last time?” he grinned.

Jenna immediately thought of Leon. She hated that a picture of him came so easily to her mind.

“No! Of course not. I was being silly.”

Jenna’s voice was shrill. Spencer gave her a strange look.

“I was only joking,” he said softly.

*

“I feel like we never do anything the normal way,” remarked Spencer over their main course.

He was a reasonable cook. Admittedly, the antipasto bruschetta wasn’t a challenge for the fledging chef, but the slow-roast pork belly with celeriac and pear mash had required his best efforts and a degree of skill in the kitchen.

“In what way?”

“We started with dessert and then went onto our entrees and main course,” said Spencer by way of an example.

“There’s nothing wrong with having a taste of what’s to come early on. Speaking for myself, it sweetened the ambiance of the evening for me.”

“It stirred something in me, but it certainly wasn’t something sweet,” smirked Spencer, with the devil flashing in his brown eyes.

Jenna pursed her lips in mock disapproval.

“I pay for your services to accompany me on a night out before I even realize myself I want to date you properly. Tonight we’ve started blending our families when we haven’t even been going out for a month.”

“Not every relationship is typical or traditional. I guess if it works for us then that’s all that matters.”

“I suppose so,” agreed Spencer absently.

Jenna was happy to see he didn’t flinch when she used the word relationship. Now seemed as good as time as any to bring up his antics in the nightclub last Friday night.

“Are you aware of a magazine called ‘Faces and Places’?” enquired Jenna.

“No. Should I be?”

Jenna retrieved the magazine from her handbag and slid it across the table to Spencer.

“It’s a gossip rag. Why on earth would I be familiar with it?”

“There’s a section in it called ‘Who’s About Town’”

Jenna flipped the magazine open to the pictures from last Friday night. Spencer pored over the pages for a second or two before a look of dawning realization came on his face. She could see his cheeks blushing.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he mumbled.

“How clichéd.”

A horrible silence filled the room. Everything had been going so perfectly and now Jenna had opted to ruin it. Was it really that important? The date felt ugly and the sex felt cheap and tacky. How had something passionate and romantic distorted into something disappointing and accusatory.

“Jenna, this is new to me.”

“What? Sleeping with one woman?”

“No. I’ve always been a monogamist. I haven’t ever been keen on relationships. Dating you is a first for me.”

“Okay, let me put this to you Spencer, for future reference. When you date someone, you don’t ditch them when you’re bored to go out and play at being a legendary lothario with some blonde-haired bimbos.”

“Only one of them is blonde,” pointed out Spencer.

Jenna glowered at him.

“Sorry. I was trying to make the atmosphere a little lighter.”

“Maybe we didn’t say we were exclusive, but why put all that effort in with me to get my schedule into some semblance of normality so we could date if what you actually want to be doing is playing the field? Can you imagine how I felt when someone else brought these pictures to my attention?”

“I wasn’t trying to get away from you. I felt I’d been in chains all week because of your working hours and finding a resolution to it. I had an evening free, I knew you were babysitting and packing but I felt I needed to release some stress. I didn’t purposefully go out with the intention of being photographed with those women.”

Jenna was slightly relieved to discover that Spencer didn’t know their names.

“You must’ve known you’d draw that kind of attention by going to that swanky club.”

“I’m not going to lie to you. Yes, I did know I’d draw attention. I always do in nightclubs, parties, premiers and whatever else is a social setting of interest to housewives and teenagers, but I’m not going to allow that to stand in the way of me going out and having a good time.”

“I get that. I guess I just wish your idea of going out and having a good time included me.”

“It does,” emphasized Spencer. “I went out because I was going stir crazy in the apartment. I never spend time in there by myself at night. It’s lonely. The point is I went out to enjoy myself and I realized that without you, there wasn’t anything to enjoy. It was far lonelier being around women I had no interest in, than being in the apartment knowing you were only a phone call away.”

“I want to believe you.”

“Then do! I had no idea how quickly you’d change my life, but I’m on a steep learning curve and can see the impact you’ve made on me. That’s why we’re here tonight and you’re not babysitting in Brooklyn and I’m not out by myself in Manhattan trying to get laid.”

Jenna turned away. It had been right to approach Spencer calmly and listen to his explanation, but the photos in the magazine hurt every time she looked at them.

“I know I should see this as a good thing. I know you’re going out of your way to be open and honest with me, but something feels wrong.”

Spencer pushed his plate aside and clasped her hands in his.

“Jenna, nothing feels wrong between you and me and you know that. You are not the kind of girl to jump into bed – or on a table – with just any man. Seeing that magazine is horrible, but nothing happened. Some girls wanted their photo taken and walked out with me when I exited to ensure they were published in this glossy.

We’ve gained something from this incident. I appreciate that I derive more pleasure from sharing an experience with you, Jenna King, than by myself. You learn not to jump conclusions and have a greater insight into the public interest my personal life attracts. It’s unpleasant, but it doesn’t mean something is wrong between you and me.”

Jenna’s cell phone buzzed in her handbag. “One second. It’s probably Liana wondering where Zada and I are.”

Spencer watched closely as she checked her phone. It was a text. Her face was a mask he couldn’t read.

“Make time for me soon please. I could really do with a friend right now. Leon.”

Jenna reread the text from Leon. His timing was impeccable in clashing with pivotal moments between her and Spencer.

“Liana alright?” asked Spencer.

“Yeah, fine.”

“She’s not bothered you bought Zada here?”