by Lacey Legend
“That’s kind, but doing it this way we’re equals.”
“We are,” affirmed Spencer, “but it’s an interest-free loan – that is my one condition.”
“Fine,” agreed Jenna with a mock sigh. “I guess my time is up.”
Spencer had an urge to invite Jenna out for lunch, but he knew she wouldn’t accept. She’d grown up. With time and perspective she’d have been able to see how immaturely he’d behaved and that didn’t make him anymore an attractive dating prospect to Jenna, than Leon was.
They shook hands.
Spencer watched her leave. He felt a slight turn of nausea knowing instinctually there would only ever be one Jenna King in his life.
*
Four weeks had passed since Jenna’s visit and the only contact Spencer had with her was authorizing a wire transfer to her bank account with the relevant monies she needed to pay the university fees. She’d sent him a thank you card and left him the details of her summer placement and assured him she’d keep in touch regarding her employment status. It was all polite and perfect. Spencer always knew they’d come from different worlds but never had the differences in their lives been so confronting.
He’d become accustomed to spending nights in at his flat and his social life was almost non-existent, but despite his general heartache it transpired that the world continued to turn. Spencer was due to attend an event. It wasn’t his own charity, but it was an event run by the publicist he employed for his own charity works, thus he felt obliged to go. There was no need for a date or even a requirement to be there for a particularly long period, but manners dictated he make an appearance. After all, she was responsible for gathering guests to his functions so it was only right he return the favor.
There was a time Spencer saw Saturday nights as the pinnacle of the week, but there was little enthusiasm he could muster for facing the women that would flock to him and the paparazzi waiting to see who he’d escort home.
He dressed in his usual snappy attire of a three-piece suit. As soon as he entered the large club, he was greeted by his publicist with a kiss on the cheek and found himself being ushered toward many single and suitable women for him to take his pick of. Spencer couldn’t deny the women were gorgeous and glamorous, but his loins seemed unexcited when he engaged with them in light conversation. They seemed to spend their time gushing over him or sticking to shallow surface talk.
For the first time ever, Spencer decided to skulk away into the shadows. He stood on the outskirts of the room observing how everyone behaved and interacted. It might be for a good cause, but as he saw men and women eyeing one another up, he thought the whole scene irreverent. He’d graduated from that phase of his life. He no longer wanted his personal life to be something splashed on the pages of a tabloid. Shaking his head, he checked his watch to see how long he’d have to wait before he could leave without too guilty a conscience. As he looked up, his eyes made contact with those of a waitress standing with a tray of canapés standing directly opposite him on the other side of the room.
It was Jenna.
Curiosity piqued, Spencer was unable to help himself and made his way over to her with quick strides. A sense of relief washed over him when he saw Jenna wait his approach, rather than choose to scuttle away under the guise of work.
“What are you doing here?”
“Spencer, I’m dressed as a waitress serving balsamic glazed pecans with rosemary and sea salt, I would have thought the answer to that question was very obvious?”
“Let me rephrase that. How come you aren’t working for Supreme Cleaning Services?”
“I am. I’ve taken on part time work for the weekends that’s all,” she said stiffly, maintaining a smile on her face. “Sorry about the stilted answers,” she apologized, ”I am on duty. Can’t afford to be seen slacking.”
“Why do you need to take on extra work? I thought the whole purpose of paying your university fees via a loan was so that you wouldn’t have to take on extra jobs and could focus on your studies.”
“It was. My situation has changed somewhat. I need to save a little extra money.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Yes, but now isn’t the time or place to discuss it.”
“Then when?” asked Spencer boldly.
“What makes you think you have a right as to involve yourself in my plans?”
“I don’t suppose I do, really. It’s just that,” Spencer paused and deliberately looked away from Jenna, “I still care about you.”
“That’s nice to hear.”
Spencer turned and smiled at her. He could see her smile was genuine. Her expression read as a mixture of relief and hope.
“When do you get a break?” pressed Spencer.
“Not for at least another hour.”
“Can I accompany you?”
“Spencer, it’ll be for fifteen minutes out by the fire escape. It’s pretty chilly tonight.”
“I don’t mind.”
“You’re bored out of your brain. I’ve been watching you and you aren’t even attempting to strike up a conversation with anyone.”
“So you had your eye on me?” he asked cheekily.
“Every woman has,” chuckled Jenna. “I saw every female’s head spin when you entered and checked to see who was causing the big stir. When I saw it was you...well it was entertaining to see how you operate in these situations. I always had you pegged as more of a flirt and an extrovert.”
“People change,” said Spencer softly.
“They certainly do.”
They stood in silence.
“Spencer?”
“Yes.”
“You can’t stand by my side the entire night tonight. I’m going to have to circulate.”
“Is that your way of giving me the brush off?”
“No, that’s my way of saying I can’t afford to lose this job. I’ll give you a signal when I’m due on my break.”
Without thinking, Spencer kissed her cheek and made his way to the bar. Jenna’s hand flew to her face. The electricity when he touched her was still super charged. It was as if the imprint of his lips had burnt a mark on her face. She could feel her eyes welling and began to stomp around the room to offer the food to the guests. Keeping herself busy, the next ninety minutes flew by. A fellow waiter tapped her on the shoulder to notify her of her break.
Passing the bar, she gave Spencer a wave. Leaving his drink, he followed her out.
“It is chilly out here,” he noted as Jenna insisted on heaving open the fire exit. “Is it inappropriate of me to offer you my jacket?”
“Not at all,” shivered Jenna, “but you very may well regret it.”
Spencer slung it over her shoulders and shivered himself.
“You look radiant tonight Jenna.”
“In this outfit?” she laughed.
“I don’t know. The traditional waitress uniform has its benefits. Shows off your legs and cleavage; no man will criticize that. It’s a huge improvement on the Supreme Cleaning Service polo shirt and jeans.”
Jenna laughed. “There was a compliment somewhere in there, so thank you.”
“I know it’s not my place to say it, but I’m proud of you, Jenna.”
“Why?”
“Because you changed. You grew up in front of my eyes. You’ve lost none of the qualities that I fell for, but you’ve gained so much more in how you approach life. At first, you were a girl trying to deal with a woman’s problem, now I see a strong woman directing and controlling everything life throws her way. It’s an amazing change to witness.”
“That almost hints at you having fallen in love with me.”
“Almost,” smirked Spencer into the dark night.
The lack of moonlight made the darkness heavy, almost suffocating.
“For what it’s worth, I don’t think I would’ve changed without you stepping in my life,” admitted Jenna.
“My only regret is that I stepped out of it so quickly,” confessed
Spencer.
Without another word, the couple kissed.
*
Spencer was going to be the last to leave the party. His acquaintances seemed relieved to see the old Spencer back on the scene. The female singletons were vying for his attention throughout the duration of the evening, rejecting other advances from eligible bachelors on a thin thread of hope that Spencer may choose them. But Spencer chose none of them.
He waited patiently as the waiting staff cleared up. Even then, some women chose to loiter, wondering if they would have a final opportunity to outsmart the competition. Jenna appeared in her waitress uniform with a thin cardigan.
“Are we leaving through the back entrance?”
“No,” said Spencer firmly. “We’re going via the front, unless you’re uncomfortable with that.”
As they stepped out, Spencer holding Jenna’s hand tightly, the flash of cameras blinded them both. Spencer held up a hand to dull his vision to see his town car, but made no attempt to cover Jenna up or disguise with whom he was leaving the premises.
Graham leaped out of the driver’s seat and opened the door for the couple to get in the limo. Taking his place, they drove slowly away from the mounting paparazzi.
“And where are we headed, sir?” asked Graham politely.
“That would be Jenna’s choice.”
“Back to yours,” asserted Jenna. “We have some talking to do.”
Arriving at Spencer’s apartment building, Jenna smiled as she was reminded of her many visits here as a cleaner.
“Nothing changes, hey?” said Spencer.
“Everything changes,” she contradicted him.
As they took the lift up and Spencer opened the door to the penthouse suite the two of them were transported to the very first night Jenna accompanied Spencer as his date to the charity gala dinner.
Spencer led her to the bedroom and sat on the bed, his legs spread wide.
“We need to talk,” Jenna said kindly.
“We have all the time in the world to talk, Jenna, but right now that waitress outfit is really doing it for me,” he uttered. “Take it off – slowly.”
Jenna shook her head. Spencer sensed it wasn’t out of rejection; he could only attribute her reluctance to being body shy.
Standing up, Spencer walked toward her. Closing his eyes, he bowed his head to meet her lips. The kiss was warm and soft and Jenna felt herself caught up in the emotion the two had never managed to say to one another.
He pulled at white strap of her apron and let it slide to the ground. Fingers tentatively exploring her garment, he found a button at the back of her neck. Unbuttoning it and lowering the zip. he loosened the black waitress uniform. From there, he tugged it over her arms and watched the material gather toward her waist.
Her black bra was tantalizing against her dark skin. Spencer reached behind and unclasped the clip. Her pert breasts fell and he shut his eyes again as his hands went to cup them. The hardening of her nipples at his touch and exposure to the cool air of the flat had his cock hardening.
Spencer kissed her more deeply, letting his tongue press into her mouth. As he did so, he let one hand wriggle between her thighs and move its way upward. His hand cupped the crotch of her panties and could feel dampness through the cotton. He moaned in her mouth.
Jenna ground against his cupped hand, enjoying the feel of the mound of Spencer’s palm on her clit. Removing his hand from between her legs, Spencer returned to her waitress uniform and finished unzipping it. He was able to push it over her slender hips.
Jenna, topless in her underwear, stockings and heels was a picture he’d never forget.
“Climb on the bed on all fours,” he ordered.
Jenna shook her head.
“Not like that,” she murmured.
Spencer nodded. He slipped out of his own jacket and unbuttoned his shirt at lightning speed. Gracefully, he undid his trousers and kicked them and his shoes and socks aside. Spencer was left standing in his tight-legged Calvin Klein boxers. Jenna couldn’t resist letting her hands trace the outline of his upper body and masculine arms. Spencer permitted Jenna to caress him awhile before continuing with proceedings.
He dropped to his knees and undid her suspender belt. Taking his time, he rolled her stockings down, letting his hands appreciate the shape of her legs. He assisted Jenna out of her shoes. Just as gently, he rolled her panties down. Lacing his fingers through hers, he drew her toward the bed. Throwing the sheets back, he climbed in and patted the spot next to him. Jenna’s hazel eyes looked into Spencer’s deeply as if to decide whether this was a fatal mistake or a beautiful beginning. Convinced of her decision, she crept in and curled up next to Spencer.
As he spooned her, she could feel his erection pressed firmly against her buttocks. Reaching behind, she attempted to work her hands into his underwear and grip his heavenly cock. Spencer shoved his own boxers down and relished the firm grip of Jenna’s hand on his throbbing hard-on. Lifting Jenna’s leg, she immediately released his rod from her grasp. Spencer held the base of his prick and rubbed the shaft between her plump dripping pussy lips. He could feel Jenna’s slight frame quivering next to his solid bulk.
Slowly, he eased the helmet of his cock into her tight slit. She gasped and relaxed when she realized Spencer was in no hurry. He inched himself in slowly and glided gently in and out of her. Due to his length, the bulb of his cock was rubbing against the wall of her vagina. To shallow the penetration, Spencer dislodged himself completely.
Twisting Jenna until she was laying flat on her back, he climbed between her legs and once again penetrated her in a traditional missionary style. The sex wasn’t fast and fanatic, but it didn’t need to be. The length and girth of Spencer was satisfying for Jenna and the tightness of Jenna’s slit was an ecstasy Spencer had never known.
As Jenna wrapped her legs around Spencer’s waist, he knew he was able to gradually increase the pace of their lovemaking. Jenna groaned as his cock stretched her, but the weight of Spencer on her and his hot breath on her face had her hips grinding and seeking her own climax. As Spencer thrust hard and deep to orgasm, Jenna peaked seconds afterwards clawing her fingers into Spencer’s bottom to drive him in further and then wrapped her arms round his shoulders so she could enjoy his body settled on hers.
They were melded as one by sweat and sex and silence. Eventually, Spencer rolled off and took Jenna in his arms to sleep.
“We still need to talk,” she said.
“I told you we have all the time in the world to talk.”
“Actually we’ve got less than nine months.”
Spencer’s eye lids fluttered opened. He suddenly found himself with renewed energy.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I’m saying I’m pregnant with your child,” said Jenna calmly. “I was going to wait till the three month mark before I told you just to be certain, but as fate brought us together tonight...”
“Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“Because it wasn’t the right time for either of us. I wanted the baby because I love you and that was the reason for me to keep it. I knew you’d want the baby with or without me. I didn’t want you feeling obligated to be a part of the child’s life.”
“But I want to be,” said Spencer, indignantly.
“Like you want to be a part of my life?”
“Of course.”
“Why do you want to be a part of my life Spencer?”
“Because,” he paused. “because I love you.”
“I know you do,” she said smugly. “You once told me you’d wait as long it takes for me when you had no idea what was going on in my life. Anyone who says that must have love in their heart for the person. I had a lot of growing up to do. I think I’m in a position now to accept your love and I know I’m a person that’s able to love you properly.”
Spencer kissed her.
“You won’t throw away that waitress outfit just yet will you? I kind
of like the idea of the paparazzi photographing you in it tomorrow when we leave to visit your family. It’ll be like we’ve come full circle again. The billionaire and the hired help.”
Jenna groaned. “I’ll be sure to wear it out so the tabloids get a final story on your love life, but then it’s going in the trash.”
“I don’t know. You might want to keep it for special occasions,” teased Spencer.
Jenna slapped him. He caught her hands to stop her play fighting. Gently, he put his hand on her belly. “I think we’ve got the perfect story to tell this one when he or she is old enough,” said Spencer seriously.
“So do I.”
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