Maid For The Tycoon: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (6 page)

Spencer’s hands reached up and roughly tugged her bra down. He squeezed her nipple hard and twisted it until she screamed. The reaction of her body was to jolt and buck, permitting Spencer the opportunity to place his hand on her vagina and leave his thumb on her clit As she squeezed his shaft, he pressed and rubbed her slippery clit. Sitting slightly, he let his mouth latch on a free nipple and sucked it hard it the point where his teeth were able to bite hard. That was all that was needed to have her chocolate pussy gushing in orgasm as Spencer shot a massive load of cum deep inside her.

Jenna dropped her head flat onto the damp chest hair of Spencer’s heaving torso.

Spencer could sense Jenna wanting to break the calm.

“Don’t say a thing,” warned Spencer. “Go to sleep, Ms. King,” he requested before his own eye lids shut.

Chapter Four

The Egyptian white cotton of the linen felt divine against Jenna’s soft skin, but it was the warmth of being cocooned in Spencer’s arm. that made this the perfect place to wake up. Keeping her eyes shut, she inhaled deeply to enjoy the smell of the fresh pressed sheets, the aroma of Spencer and the charge of pheromones that flitted round the room. The silence was shattered by an alarm clock.

One of Spencer’s long rippled arms reached across Jenna to turn off the alarm. She could feel his stubble brush against her cheek. As she wriggled back into him, she could feel his morning glory pressing against her buttocks.

A sleepy smile spread over his tired face as she teased him.

“Not going to happen, Jenna.”

It wasn’t a cruel rebuff, but there was something in his tone that hinted she shouldn’t attempt to cajole him to change his mind.

“Unfortunately the gym calls and then I’ve a breakfast meeting and you’ve got this apartment to clean, which despite your best efforts over the past few weeks, we’ve managed to undo in a night.”

His tone was light, but the distance was unmistakable. Embraced in his arms, Jenna felt more like she was in jail than in a love nest.

“You planning on going home first to get changed before you start work here, or just clean up and take one of my cars back to yours, so you and crash out?”

“You planning on offering me a black coffee before or should I leave?”

“Jenna, don’t be like that. You know me and my routines.” Spencer  bounded out of bed. The muscular thighs were still a delight to feast on, but the sinewy muscles seemed to be preparing to sprint out of her presence. “Besides, you of all people should know where the coffee machine is,” he chuckled.

He stopped suddenly when he realized Jenna wasn’t laughing.

“It was a joke,” he explained, holding his hands up like a child being caught with its hand in the cookie jar.

“Well it wasn’t a funny joke.”

“Are you getting us a stew, then,” he teased.             

Jenna was never the violent type and it was rare for her to lose her cool, but she wanted to slap his supercilious face. No wonder the women he normally bedded here were long gone before her early morning arrival, if this was the post sex behavior they were subject to.

“Get it yourself. This place is relatively tidy. I’ll do the bedroom and go. I know somewhere that does a better cup of coffee and the company is miles better than what’s on offer here.”

“Jenna, don’t be like that. We had a good night. I actually enjoyed spending time with you, which makes a change, but the world keeps turning. This body won’t stay firm and fit if I start skipping sessions at the gym.”

“You might want to try investing a little energy into good manners and common decency.”

“Have I been anything other than decent or well-mannered to you,” asked Spencer directly.

“On the surface yes, but for an actual relationship to occur you need to scratch below the surface, Spencer.”

“You’re my cleaner.”

“Oh right. One doesn’t ‘scratch the surface’ with the hired help to develop a relationship.”

“Jenna you are taking this way too personally. If I believed you were nothing more than a maid I wouldn’t have taken you out last night and we wouldn’t have been sharing a bed afterward.”

“Putting your dick in me doesn’t mean you’ve scratched the surface of Jenna King.”

“Now you’re just being foulmouthed. Cinderella’s certainly lost her shine this morning.”

Jenna picked up her golden heels. She flung one across the bedroom, deliberately to miss Spencer and land on the bedclothes and followed it in rapid succession with the second one.

“Now who’s lacking in manners?” he laughed. “Surely, you aren’t going to leave  with your paycheck and leave the free outfit behind,” he snorted.

Jenna stopped in her tracks. She slowly paced the apartment to recover her jeans, sneakers, polo shirt and apron and dressed herself as each item came into her possession. She dumped the new clothes in the laundry basket. Her hand went to the check sitting on the glass table of the dining room.

She walked in the bedroom for Spencer’s full viewing pleasure.

“Why are you behaving like this?” he asked, concerned. “I thought we were having a good time.”

“So did I,” she said, fluttering her eyelids to stop any tears threatening. “I was paid to have a good time with you for a particular period. I didn’t read the small print,” she mused reluctantly. “Silly girl that I am.”

“Jenna, don’t.” begged Spencer as he saw her fold the check.

In seconds, eight pieces of paper fluttered to the ground.

“I’d have been thrilled to have gone with you last night for no money. You might think you’re behavior this morning is amusing and teasing, but it’s insensitive. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so cheap or so used. My friend Kelly thought this was like a real-life  romantic comedy.

Well, it’s an absolute tragedy, because I’ve jumped into the role of the lowly hooker with no self-esteem. If you have any decency in you, you’ll call Ms. Princely and request a new cleaner and give me a decent reference. I don’t believe I’ve ever let you down professionally.”

Spencer looked shamed faced. “Jen, this has got out of hand.”

“No,” she paused. “Actually maybe you’re right. Let’s rein it in. Your protocol to keep hired help at an arm’s distance appears to be effective. I’ll take that one gem of knowledge like this away with me.”

She stripped the bed and Spencer watched in horror, knowing if he offered to help it would only make the situation even more awkward. With all her courage, she put fresh sheets on, vacuumed the room and cleaned the bathroom. As she walked out of the bedroom, Spencer reached for her hand. It was so tiny it was like trying to grab grains of sand in the wind.

“Jenna?”

His eyes met hers.

“Good luck with your niece. I hope she hangs on and I hope the researchers keep getting closer to a breakthrough. Never put that little girl at arm’s length.”

With that, Jenna left the flat, locked the door and burst into a flood of tears.

*

When Jenna stomped into the diner, she wasn’t expecting to see her family there,being waited on hand and foot by Kelly, who was using them as an excuse to work slow and enjoy the banter. The expression of her best friend, younger sister, mother and even her toddler niece were of marked disappointment.

“Baby Girl,” cooed Jenna’s mother, Hannah, giving her a hug.

“I was promised the cat was going to be dragging in something much more impressive than this,” snipped Liana.

Even Zada, who spoke very little, looked her aunt up and down and blew a raspberry.

“What, just for once, you couldn’t come in looking like a glamorous skank that was on the town all night at some massive charity gala instead of a drab old cleaner?”

Kelly shoved the paper that was spread open on the table of the booth  her family shared, showing Jenna the pictures of Spencer and Jenna. The photographs were colored and they did look stunning, but nowhere near as radiant as they’d been in the flesh.

“The clock struck midnight,” scowled Jenna, sidling in next to her mother.

The women realized this was something of a taboo topic. They sat in silence awaiting Jenna’s guidance on how to discuss what was the event of the decade.

“Correction. The clock struck 5.30 am.”

“Oh no you didn’t,” said Liana, placing her hands over baby Zada’s ears.

“Oh yes I did and now I really wish I hadn’t.”

“What, he awful in bed? Tiny downstairs?” prompted Kelly.

“Girl, it’s breakfast and my granddaughter’s here. Keep your mind out of the gutter.”

“No and No,” answered Jenna.

“If he’s good in the sack and had a healthy cock,  why on earth are you here now?” squealed her mother, laughing.

The three young women caught one another’s eyes.

“Settle yourselves,” said Hannah. “Baby Zada doesn’t know what I’m talking about and we’re all women of the world. You think moms can’t talk about sex?”

“I think they should talk about sex with their own friends,” announced Liana, completely grossed out.

“Let’s be mature now,” ordered Hannah, slamming her fist on the stainless steel table.

“How’d you end up in the diner at 8 am, when you should be in that pretty British boy’s bed right now?”

“He didn’t want me there.”

“I’m getting her favorite breakfast and taking a break,” screeched Kelly.

However, no matter how low her appetite, there   was no way Jenna was able to resist the lure of the waffles with fresh cream, banana, walnuts and caramel sauce.

“What happened?” started Kelly.

“The night was indescribably perfect. Spencer’s father, mother and two older brothers are all in the medical professional, high up in their fields of expertise. Turns out Spencer just didn’t have the same knack. Not that he’s thick. Chatting with his father, he excelled academically and got into computers and literally made himself a billionaire.”

“Yeah, but mummy and daddy had the money to give him the education he needed and I bet they had the network connections to get him in his field,” countered Kelly.

“I’m not saying that he doesn’t come from a privileged background. I’m not saying that his family doesn’t have a secure financial background to enable him to follow the course he wanted in life. What I’m saying is he got out there and used his talents and did his own thing rather than rely on his surname and the reputation of his relatives.”

“Nothing wrong there,” said Hannah.

“He accumulates his fortune and check this out. He has a niece born with Rett Syndrome.”

“Ahhhhhh”, the table harmonized in union.

“Guys do you know what Rett syndrome is?”

The women shook their heads.

“Uh-uh,” said Zada.

“At least she’s being honest,” giggled Jenna.

“It’s a genetic neurological disorder.  Messes up their bodies and well, Spencer’s niece may not get to see thirty. He doesn’t have the medical know-how to fight this horrible condition, but he spends the majority of his time and puts an excessive amount of his earnings into promoting and trying to advance research on the condition.”

“I’m waiting to hear the part where he turns into an ogre,” sighed Jenna’s mother.

“He didn’t turn into an ogre, mum.”

Hannah could tell from the sound of her voice that he had. Her hand went to her daughter’s face and she cupped her cheek and turned her toward her. Looking into her mothers almost black eyes, Jenna wanted to place her face in her mother’s lap and weep. She didn’t want to feel cheap. She didn’t want to feel used. She didn’t want to feel like a whore and she didn’t want to feel like she would never amount to anything more than a nothing,  a flibbity jibbit in Spencer’s eyes.

“You’re not that, baby girl,” her mother murmured in her ear, not needing her daughter to talk.

“You want to keep it in, that’s fine. You want to share, we’ve got all the time in the world - even Kelly here.”

“I was the idiot, mum. You’d think I’d grow up or learn from my past mistakes but it doesn’t happen. He’s just another charming knight on a white horse who I thought might come and rescue me.”

The table was silent. The grownups were fully au fait with Jenna’s history.

“Still, in fairness, I suppose he did charge in and rescue me. I earned $1000 for being his date.”

“Best news ever!” said Liana punching a fist in the air.

“Hush your mouth,” snapped Hannah.

Liana never argued with her mother.

“I tore it up and threw it away. I’m not an escort. I slept with him because I wanted to, but when I saw that check on the table it seemed to make a mockery of me and my morals. I run into those good looking, charming men that can provide me financial stability, but not one of them wants the fairytale happily-ever-after with me. What’s that say about me as a person?”

“It says you haven’t met the right man,” said her mother serenely.

“It says you’re the kind of girl that merely needs a helping hand now and again because you’re so busy conquering the world as a woman of independent means,” stated Kelly positively.

“It says you aren’t the kind of girl who  needs to be rescued. Where exactly could Prince Charming find a place in your life, and why would he want to? Your university fees are paid up, you’ve got a job, you’re devoted to your family and you study full time. Where in that schedule does Prince Charming get a slice of your life? You don’t need rescuing. You don’t have time for Mr Right, that’s why you never meet him.”

Liana’s assessment was the most hurtful, but Jenna knew that was because it was the most truthful.

“I don’t want to be rescued,” she snapped. “I would like to be respected and valued.”

“You are,” insisted Kelly.

“I know. And you guys mean the world to me, but I’d like it if just one man could see my potential. What I have to offer a relationship.”

“One man did,” grumbled Liana.