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

seemed fit and akin to a brick wall. There wasn’t a scratch on him.
    “What are you worrying about, girl? You know I can look after myself. You don’t need to be putting me down first on your list of social work charity cases,” he grinned.
    She laughed genuinely. “You look huge.”
    “Ain’t nothing to do but work out in the gym when you’re trying to stay on the right path and get out on good behavior.”
    “How’s that working out for you?”
    “I told you not to mind me,” he chided. “Told you that a while back. Don’t be worrying yourself about how I’m doing.”
    “And I’ve respected that. You asked me to visit.”
    “Yeah I did. Thought I should put you in the picture. Something odd happened in the last couple of days.”
    “Tell me about it,” she said under her breath, thinking of her own sudden change in life.  Her frustrated niece being confined to a playpen each evening while Jenna cleaned the Supreme Cleaning Services Offices building as a punishment for breaking the employer – employee code.
    “I don’t know how exactly, but somehow I got roped into seeing this weird sounding, pretty boy I’d never even heard of. British, I bet. Don’t know what strings he can pull, but me declining to see him wasn’t an option.”
    Jenna’s heart sank.
    “What’d he look like?”
    “White. Tall. Broad. Slim, but not skinny. Curly hair with dimples. Looked younger than he probably was. Good-looking if you like pale skin and dark features. Bit pretty for my taste – maybe not for yours, Jen.”
    They sat silently.
    “You know him?” enquired Leon.
    “I do. What did he want?”
    “He was nosing around. He never said he was a cop, but he acted like a man that expected answers. Are you in trouble, girl?”
    Jenna shook her head.
    “No.”
    “Cause if you are, the past year and a bit of my doing time has been a complete waste of time.”
    “I’m not in any trouble. My grades are good. I’m holding down a job. Mum, me, Liana and little Zada are surviving nicely.”
    “Your mum still hate my guts?”
    Jenna rolled her eyes.
    “Nah, that’s a good thing Jen. Keeps you focused on the right path. Means when you graduate you’ll stop people like me falling in with the wrong crowd when they’re too young to know better.”
    Jenna’s hand reached over and squeezed his. Their eyes met and in seconds, they exchanged a look of shared youths and growing up. Leon released her hand abruptly.
    “He was nosing about your university fees. How they were paid? When were they paid up until? That sort of thing.”
    “What’d you say?”
    “I went on to say I had no idea because I don’t know you no more, but he’d done his background checks. He knew we had a history, even knew we were neighbors. I told him it wasn’t any of his goddamn business.”
    Jenna was silent. She knew the essence of Spencer and he was a man who  was determined to achieve what he set out to do. He may not have a cure for Rett Syndrome, but it didn’t impinge on his focus or determination. Locating how Jenna’s university fees were paid was small stuff to a man in Spencer's position.  He’d have got an answer from Leon. Leon’s brawn was no match for Spencer’s intellect.
    “You put me in the yard with this jumped up playboy in his posh suit and I’d wipe the floor with him, but that wasn’t an option. I had a feeling he could be dangerous.”
    “He wouldn’t hurt you,” assured Jenna.
    “Yeah he would. I think to protect you, he’d hurt anyone,” mused Leon. “I told him the truth. My uncle pays your fees. He runs a legitimate garage. He’s your godfather and he feels obligated to. And that is the truth, Jenna. Any dealings I had with my uncle and the small petty crime I was into was between me and him. It has nothing to do with the motor repair shop.”
    “Your uncle does it as a favor to you, though. And to owe you that favor, you must’ve helped him out in ways that weren’t strictly by the