Maid For The Tycoon: A BWWM Billionaire Romance by Lacey Legend

the vacant building at night was quite eerie.
    “Top down, I think. That’s where I left the cleaning materials last night.”
    She pushed the pram to the elevator  and waited for the bell to ring to signal its arrival.
    Hopping in, it glided quickly to the 26th  floor.
    “Thank God, Ms. Princely only leases three of these floors or you and I would never make it home. Not that I’m looking forward to the subway journey back.”
    Jenna fling off  backpack. Yes, the cot was lightweight, portable and compact but it was still cumbersome in the backpack. It sprung to life with little assistance from Jenna.
    “In you go,” she said, placing her niece inside.
    She took a handful of toys out of her pack and flung them in the cot for Zada to play with. Kissing her niece softly, she inhaled the scent of fresh soap and clean clothes.
    The arrangement was hideous for the toddler but she made no complaint. It wasn’t as if she could even wear  her headphones while working, lest Zada need her immediate attention.
    “Okay, keep busy and Aunty will do her best to get you out of here as quickly as possible.”
    It wasn’t a solid promise. Jenna was glad Zada was fully comprehensive of the English language. With prim Ms. Princely as her direct supervisor, Jenna wasn’t in a position where she could cut corners and afford to be careless in her cleaning duties. Ms. Princely had an eye for dust and Jenna suspected she’d be giving her the white glove treatment for her first few days of work.
    Having wiped the computer monitors, sanitized the telephones, tidied and polished the desks and emptied the bins, Jenna knew which came next. The sound of the raucous vacuuming would drive Zada mad. She popped some candy in Zada’s mouth knowing her sister and mother would be furious at her for giving the toddler such sugary treats so late at night. Looping the headphones over her neck, she placed the headphones from her iPod into Zada’s ears. Scrolling to Zada’s favorite play list, she double-checked  the volume control to ensure no damage could be done to the youth’s sensitive ears. Jenna stood back and watched with genuine joy as Zada clapped her time in rhythm to the music.
    “You look like you might want one of those for yourself one day,” drawled a familiar voice in an unfamiliar setting.
    Jenna found herself screeching in fright, which in turn had Zada screaming her lungs out. Spencer’s hands flew to his ears to block the noises.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “What are you doing here?” he mouthed the question back in mute.
    Jenna tore the headphones from Zada’s tiny ears and lifted her to her hip. She jiggled the babe on her hip to calm her and whispered sweet nothings in her ears. It appeared to have very little effect on calming her.
    “Why don’t you let me have a turn,” proposed Spencer, hoping his voice was deep enough to undercut Zada’s high pitched squeals.
    “What would you know about little girls—“
    Jenna stopped herself from finishing the sentence. She wished she could’ve bitten the tip of her tongue off. Spencer clearly had a lot to do with his niece, if his recent trip abroad had anything to do with it.
    She passed Zada to him. Zada’s thick little hands looped around his neck. Spencer’s beautiful long lashes closed as he smothered Zada’s face in kisses pretending to kiss away all her tears. She giggled and looked adoringly at him.
    “Sorry I gave you and Aunty a fright, beautiful little girl. It must’ve seemed like the big bad wolf had come creeping up to spy on you when it was just a friend.”
    “Friends shouldn’t be sneaky in nature,” said Jenna sharply.
    “Tweet, tweet, tweet,” mocked Spencer, “someone’s been singing like a canary.”
    “Someone’s been keeping an eye on an old friend to warn her to stay away from a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
    Spencer smiled wolfishly and Jenna despised herself for being charmed.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked