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

again.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “Stop answering questions with questions Spencer’s – it’s childish.”
    Spencer had given Zada a key ring with a plush brightly colored monster on it that made an array of cute noises when squeezed in an appropriate place. Transfixed, Spencer was able to lower her in the portacot to continue the adult conversation without interruption.
    “I came here to find out exactly what you are doing here when I didn’t ask for you to be relocated.”
    Jenna looked dumbfounded.
    “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”
    “I’m here because of some photos that were all across the tabloids from that charity function I attended as your guest.”
    “Date,” corrected Spencer.
    “Guest,” insisted Jenna. “If you hadn’t insisted I take the check it might’ve been a date, but you were quick to remind me where to find it the following morning, thus making it a job.”
    “And you were quick to tear it up in front of my eyes, which in my reckoning means we were on a date.”
    “Yes, but then you insisted that you transfer the funds into my personal account thereby putting the final nail in the coffin and confirming it was nothing more than a duty of service.”
    “I was under the impression it might help with your university fees, but I can see I was off on that particular hunch.”
    “Spencer, what freak has a private investigator on my case to unravel the mystery of how my university tuition is funded?”
    “The kind of billionaire freak who wants a second date.”
    “Do you realize how warped that sounds?”
    “I wanted to know that truth,” he said honestly.
    “You only had to ask.”
    “It may have been safer doing it this way.”
    “Meaning what?”
    “Meaning look at your background, Jenna. Your university fees are paid for by a childhood sweetheart’s uncle. This random man is paying your fees and he has no real connection with you. He’s doing it because he’s obligated to his nephew – your ex. It’s dirty money.”
    “It’s not dirty money,” she turned on him harshly. “The motor shop is legitimate. It doesn’t launder money and the man that runs it has a reputable, established practice so don’t go poking your nose in where it doesn’t belong, Spencer Lawson.”
    “Maybe you need to wise up and start poking your nose in. There’s something amiss here Jenna. No one gets a free ride. Do you think at some point down the line, Leon or his uncle won’t be calling on a favor, reminding you who paid for you to get to university?”
    The thought hadn’t occurred to Jenna. It was evil and she didn’t want to think that of Leon, but a voice deep inside her told her it wasn’t out of the realms of possibilities.
    “And what’s the solution, then.”
    Spencer sat on a desk and stretched his feet out. He let his eyes caress Jenna’s for a long time.
    “Let me pay the tuition. I’ll reimburse Leon’s uncle for what he’s paid so far and cover the remainder of your fees. That way the money is clean and you don’t owe anyone anything. It can really be a fresh start for you.”
    “Spencer, how is doing that any different to what I’m doing now?”
    “Because it’s me.”
    “You? The man that can’t hold down a relationship. The man that’s all money and focus with no time for passion and relationships.”
    “That’s the kind of man Jenna, who  won’t be playing games with you. Toying with ties and loyalties, calling in favors isn’t what I do. I’m in a financial position where I don’t need to call in favors. Your fees won’t even mark my bank balance. It’s a business transaction. A charitable act. There’s no emotion or feelings included to tarnish the set up.”
    “Don’t you get it, Spencer?”
    “Get what?”
    “I don’t want to be a charity. I don’t want to be some girl from the wrong side of the tracks that you help. I want to mean something to you. I want to belong to you. I want your investment to be an emotional one