in me, not a financial one in my future.”
The room was quiet. The raspy breathing of the two adults reverberated down the corridor.
“I never asked for you to be relocated, Jenna.”
“I know, Spencer. Ms. Princely saw the spread from the paparazzi in the tabloids. She had a bizarre idea that the exclusive clientele may be under the impression we offer services other than cleaning. She didn’t want people assuming she was the madam of a high class escort agency that ran under the guise of a domestic cleaning service.”
The two of them laughed at the idea.
“You were my contingency plan,” confessed Spencer.
“Truly?”
“Yeah.”
“I got first refusal – how flattering.”
“I got the text on my way from London saying my date for the charity had been cancelled. I did the math and realized you’d be in the flat when I arrived. I figured if I went in on charm offensive with a whopping great check then there was every chance you wouldn’t reject me.”
“You know. I’d have accepted the invite even if it hadn’t come with a check. I’d have accepted the invite if you asked me as soon as you walked in the door.”
“I figured as much,” he grinned lazily.
“Every girl dreams of being a princess for a night. The whole Cinderella scenario, but you know what was so perfect about that date?”
Spencer didn’t bother arguing over whether it was a date or not.
“I wasn’t pretending to be a princess. I was a princess. I didn’t feel like a fish out of water. I didn’t feel out of my league. I didn’t feel like I was struggling to socialize. I wasn’t battling to keep up. I was part of the scene and the scene flowed so easily with you next to me. It was a perfect night. It’s a shame Prince Charming turned into a frog the following morning.”
Spencer blushed and on his pale skin it was evident he was mortified when thinking over his behavior.
“It’s like you said. I’m good with money and computers, but women are something else. If I’d woken up to some investment bonds or a laptop I’m sure I’d have been charm personified, but I didn’t. I woke up next to a princess and I realized I’d crossed every line and every boundary I’d ever set myself. I mean if anything, the awkwardness of this entire situation does reinforce my belief that you don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“Least we’ve established that,” confirmed Jenna, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Have we?”
“You said,” reminded Jenna.
“I understand that my hiring the PI and running police checks - which all came back clean I might add- were well over the top, but I was being serious when I said I wanted that second date. I need to get to know you better. I want to get to know you better. I might find the answers out better if I do it firsthand rather than hiring someone to do all the ground work for me.”
“That is kind of the point of dating. Putting in the legwork to see if a couple can work or not.”
“So are you willing to go on a second date with me?” his smile was half arrogant, but Jenna could see the hope in his eyes.
“We’re very different people, Spencer.”
“I know all this. I can’t relate to your world at all. My mum and dad have been married forever, my family is well to do in the medical field, I had a privileged upbringing, the finest education, handshakes and employment opportunities from all the right people and I’m immersed in that social class. It’s a world you’ve never been a part of and maybe you won’t want to be a part of it, but I’d love it if you were open minded enough to give it a try.”
Jenna closed her eyes and thought hard. Leon was right. She had to move forward and upward and make changes. Dating billionaire Spencer Lawson would be the first step in that process.
“You’ve got your second date, Mr. Lawson.”
Spencer grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him tight. The force of his vice like grip was threatening and sexy. As he