The Billionaire and the Cleaner (3 page)

“I see what you mean. Nothing important or bad happens to me,
but I’ll take your advice. I’ll be careful,” she said.

“Why don’t you have a car? It would be a lot easier if you
had your own car.” Her stomach growled interrupting her answer. “You’re
hungry?” He thought he’d heard her stomach growling earlier. When she didn’t
mention food or anything he’d figured he imagined it.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll eat when I get home.”

He spotted a diner up the street about twenty minutes from
her home. It wasn’t the one she worked in. He’d visited the diner she worked in
to get a sense of the place and for the woman filling his mind on a daily
basis.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You’re hungry. I’m going to feed you.” He unbuckled his
seatbelt and climbed out. Lana climbed out her side.

“You don’t have to do this. I understand what you’re saying
about safety. I’ll be extra careful,” she said.

“Good. We’ll finish this conversation in the diner.”
Kent
didn’t
want their time to end. He liked being in her company. She was fun, fresh, and
he enjoyed being around her.

Together they walked in and found a booth next to the
window. Their reflections stared back at them.

Sitting closer to her,
Kent
saw her impressive cleavage as
the uniform settled around her. Her tits were large. He wondered what they’d
feel like in his hands.

She picked up the menu, and another growl came from her
stomach. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

“When was the last time you ate?” he asked, picking up his
menu.

“I ate at breakfast. I didn’t have time to get anything
else,” she said.

A woman walked over to their table.

“What can I get you?” she asked.

“I’ll have a coffee, black with one sugar.”
Kent
took a
quick glance through the menu. “I’ll have a cheeseburger with chilli cheese
fries and lots of sauce. For dessert I’ll have the brownie with the extra
whipped cream,”
Kent
said. He’d not eaten since lunch, and he’d not eaten a cheeseburger since he
was a kid.

“A man who likes to eat and works out,” the woman said with
approval.

“I’ll have the milkshake instead of the coffee and the same
as him with the food.” Lana folded the menu.

“Coming right up.”
The woman
left them alone.

He watched as Lana tucked strands of her hair into her bun.

“Take your hair down,” he said.

“What?” Her gaze jerked to him.

“Take your hair down. It’s clearly irritating you. You’re
not on office hours or anything like that. Take your hair down.” He wanted to
see the long strands free from the tight restraint.

She didn’t put up any argument as she reached behind her.
The ponytail fell down. Her hair was much longer than he had thought. The
glossy length fell around her shoulders in waves.

His dick tightened at the sight. He wanted her hair across
his pillow and to wrap it around his fist as he slammed inside her pussy.

The woman came back handing him a black coffee and Lana a
milkshake.

Chapter Three

When had she stepped into an alternative reality where Kent
Anderson was eating dinner with her in a diner? Lana ran fingers through her
hair, easing out the length. She kept her hair tied up when she worked as the
strands got in her way. Getting it cut was not an option. She liked her hair
long and intended to keep it that way. Spotting a dirty cup ring, she picked up
some paper towels and wiped the mess away.

“You don’t like mess, do you?” he asked.

She shook her head. Putting the towel underneath her
milkshake, she took a quick suck to test. The milkshake was creamy and tasted
right with just the hint of chocolate.

“No, I don’t like mess.”

He reached over the table to take her hand. “Relax, Lana.
We’re having dinner, and afterwards I’ll take you home.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked.

“You work for me. You know my name, and I know yours.”

Smiling, she drank some more of her milkshake.
Kent
didn’t let
her hand go. His fingers stroked her own. Licking her lips, she checked the
clock to see it was after one. They’d spent an hour together.

“I’m sorry. I’m not used to this,” she said.

“Not used to what?”

“Dinner, talking, and spending time with
someone.”
Lana lived in her routine. She liked her routine, but she
liked talking with
Kent
.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but the woman
came back to put their food on the table. The scent of fatty burgers and chilli
scented the air. Her stomach rumbled again. She wanted the floor to open up and
eat her. When would her stomach give it a rest? She was about to eat.

The woman left them.

“This looks pretty tasty,” he said.

She nodded, picking up her burger and taking a bite. Unable
to contain her moan of pleasure, Lana closed her eyes enjoying the succulent
meat.

“I love a woman who enjoys her food.”

When she opened her eyes, she saw
Kent
watching her.

Smiling, she took another bite of her burger.

“How do you know where I live?” she asked, trying to fill
the silence with something other than her moans of approval.

“It was on your employment record. I have everyone checked
who works for me.”

“Why?”

“I’m a wealthy man, and I’ve made enemies.”

He didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t ask for more
information. She knew all about keeping certain things close to her chest.

“You’re not going to ask to know more?”

She shook her head. “No,
you’re not
wanting
to talk about it. We’ve not known each other very long, and I
don’t expect anything to change between us.”

Kent
sat back
observing her.

“What?” she asked, feeling self-conscious under his
questioning
gaze.

“You’re not like other women.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

He remained silent as she ate her food.
Kent
ate as
well, but the silence remained while she waited for him to answer her question.

“It’s not a bad thing. I’m just not used to it.”

“You date supermodels and actresses. They know what to talk
to you about. I’m a cleaner and a waitress, Kent. I’m not exactly in the know
when it comes to you and the company you keep,” she said.

Kent
smiled. The
action lit up his whole face. He looked so handsome when he smiled. Her throat
became dry. Taking a sip of her milkshake, Lana averted her gaze.

“You’ve taken notice in the glossy magazines about me,” he
said.

“I’ve seen the stories passing several newspaper stands.
You’re a well-known guy.” She shrugged finishing up her food.
Kent
ordered another
coffee and a milkshake for her.

“Yes, I know. Don’t read all the newspapers. The stories are
made-up crap,” he said.

His face darkened. Swallowing past the sudden lump in her
throat, Lana looked at him. “Which stories?”

“All of them.”

“So, you haven’t slept with porn stars?” she asked, smiling.

“Well, there wasn’t a lot of sleeping involved.”

Lana burst out laughing at his joke. His wicked smile sent
tingles throughout her smile.

Another hour later they were ready to leave.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

She climbed into his car and strapped herself in waiting for
him to start the car.
Kent
wouldn’t allow her to pay for their meal. She’d enjoyed every second with him
talking. He wasn’t dark or brooding but fun.

He parked outside her apartment. She turned to him, grabbing
a key out of her bag.

“Thank you so much for tonight. I really do appreciate the
lift and the food.”

“I’m glad. I enjoyed spending time with you.”

Lana climbed out of the car as
Kent
leaned in close. She didn’t
want to know what he was about to do. Men were off limits and especially him.
Kent
was a
player. She’d read enough about him to know he loved women. Lana had also seen
an interview where he’d spoken quite clearly about never being in a long term
relationship.

She waved at his car from the door before making her way up
to the third floor where her apartment was. Once inside, she slid the locks
into place then made her way straight for the bathroom. The scent of lemon
permeated the air.

After a quick shower, she set her alarm for nine and then
eased down under the blankets. Her mind playing over the night, Lana wondered
what had happened. His attention didn’t make any sense. She wasn’t pretty like
his models, and she was sure he’d leaned in to kiss her.

Thinking about his lips made her shiver. Her pussy melted as
heat swept through her. Frank never left her feeling so passionate even after a
night together.

Running her fingers through her hair, Lana cut off all of
her thoughts. Her imagination was running wild.
Kent
wasn’t going to kiss her or
try to do anything with her. She wasn’t worth his time.

****

Kent
drove home
feeling like he’d missed out on a kiss. He’d leaned in close intending to kiss
her sweet, plump lips, and she’d moved away from him. Why had she moved away
from him?

Going back the way he came,
Kent
ignored the passing scenery.
His only intention was making it home. There were many nights he’d gone without
sleep. Since his obsession with the lovely Lana, his sleeping patterns had
changed to match hers.

He didn’t like her being in an apartment in an area of the
city he didn’t trust. There were a lot of things he didn’t like about his
woman’s current lifestyle. The fact she’d skipped lunch and dinner annoyed him.
He liked her appetite. Dating women who ordered salads or soup irritated him.
Kent
remembered
a time when he’d loved the slenderness of a woman. Now, he found their eating
habits and their neurotic obsession with weight annoying. On several dates
they’d talked non-stop about other actresses and models with fatter figures or
slimmer figures. He was tired of hearing about weight, food, and the damn
celebrity business.

Parking his car into the parking lot of the apartment
complex,
Kent
made his way up to the penthouse suite. The large windows overlooked the city.
He walked over to them the instant he closed the door behind him. Pulling at
the tie around his neck,
Kent
threw the tie away and loosened a couple of buttons.

His life was changing. Being in the public eye was losing its
appeal, and if he was honest with himself, a family started to look more
appealing every day. Several of his friends were settled down with a couple of
kids while he remained single, living the bachelor lifestyle. He recalled the
conversation he’d had with John at their garden party the other month. The last
of the summer rays had been dying away, and the guests were gone. He’d watched
John reading to his little girl before she went to bed. John’s wife had come out
to the garden to take their daughter into the house.

“You look
happy,”
Kent
said.

John smiled
at him. “I am. Having a family is amazing. I’m a husband and father.”

Sipping his
beer,
Kent
looked out toward the garden. “Don’t you ever miss it?”

“No,” John
said.

“Do you know
what I’m talking about?”

John laughed.
“You’re talking about women. Do I miss women and having a new woman in my bed
every night?”

Kent
nodded. His friend let out a sigh.

“You’re
sleeping with the same woman, John. I remember a time when you’d never settle
down. Sleeping with different women was your thing.”

“Exactly, it
was
my thing. Not anymore.”

He waited for
his friend to elaborate. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” John
asked.

“No.”

After several
seconds, John sat forward. “Sleeping with lots of women wasn’t everything it’s
cracked up to be. Yeah, it was fun. I didn’t know the women I was fucking, and
I didn’t care. When I’m with Samantha, I care. There is a connection between
us. When I’m with her, I do everything I can to please her. There is not some
quick release and then leaving her alone. I love watching her come apart. When
I go to work every day, I know I’ve got someone to come home to. I love my
family, and my life is a hell of a lot fuller for being with them. I don’t envy
your bachelor lifestyle,
Kent
,
and I wouldn’t go back to one either.”