The Billionaire and the Cleaner (2 page)

He loved women. He loved fucking them and making them scream
his name, but he also liked leaving them.
Kent
didn’t do permanent
relationships. The women he bedded knew the score. They could stay, have a
great fuck, and leave at the end of the night. He didn’t allow his women to
stay over, and there was no way he’d butter them up. When he wanted sex, he’d
call and take what he wanted.

Jewels, wining, and dining were for couples who wanted
forever. He’d taken a few of his women out to dinner in order to keep the press
happy. The women knew it wasn’t anything but a show to keep the media happy.

Being a businessman wasn’t about being a nice guy.
Kent
saw what
he wanted, took it, and enjoyed it. He was ruthless and made no jokes about
what he wanted.

She’s
different.

Lana was different from all of his other women. He expected
her to try to make him notice her. Moving her to his floor he’d expected some
sort of flirtation. He’d gotten nothing. Her uniform remained the big, bulky
pale blue uniform, and her dark brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. She
didn’t wear makeup or spend hours trying to gain his attention.

If anything,
Kent
felt like he didn’t exist in her company. She came to the office floor, worked,
packed everything away, and walked home.

He’d followed her home. Lana made him feel like a stalker.
She’d become an obsession to him.

Clicking off his computer, he watched as she started packing
her cleaning stuff away.

“It’s a cold night out,” he said, gaining her attention.

She jerked, turning to face him. “Excuse me?” she asked.

He noticed she pushed a strand of hair off her face as she
stared at him.

“It’s a cold night out. How are you getting home?”

Her hand moved to her side. She fisted her hand as her gaze
moved toward the windows. “I’m walking.”

Lana turned her back to him and continued packing away her
stuff. He stared at her back for several minutes, admiring the lush curves of
her ass.

What would she do if he reached out and touched her?

She’d have
your ass down to court for sexual harassment.

“I don’t like the thought of a woman walking home. Put your
stuff away and meet me at my car. I’ll be waiting for you,”
Kent
said. He
walked past her going to the elevator. She was staring at him in shock. Winking
at her,
Kent
waited for the doors to close.

The elevator started to move taking him down to the parking
lot. His prized possession sat in the top parking space. He nodded at security
and then climbed behind the wheel. Sliding his key into the ignition, he felt
his baby purr to life.

He loved his car. Turning the radio off, he sat and waited
for Lana to arrive.

Checking his watch, he noted ten minutes had passed.

Once another ten minutes passed,
Kent
drove to the security guard on
duty.

“How can I help you, Mr Anderson?” the guard asked.

“I’m waiting for a woman. I was wondering if you could tell
me where she is so I know how long to wait?”
Kent
tapped his fingers on the
steering wheel as the guard clicked away at his computer.

“Sir, no one is in the building. It’s shut down for the
night.”

“Are you sure?”

“All lights are off, and the security code was punched in
five minutes ago by Lana Hawkins. She’s the cleaning lady with the instruction
of closing up if you’re not there,” the guard said.

Kent
cursed.
“Thanks,” he said.

He waited, impatiently, for the gate to open. She’d gone
without him. Why didn’t she listen to him? He’d offered to give her a lift home,
and she’d left him high and dry.

What would
you do if a stranger offered to take you home?

Shit! His obsession for
a woman he’d never really talked to was driving him insane.

Lana walked down the street heading toward the late night
bus. She walked all the way home when she missed the bus. Checking her clock,
she had two minutes to get to the end of the street. She’d worked faster
tonight, and getting the bus seemed to be in her favour. The shops were all
closed up, and several teenagers were lurking around. Many of the people on the
street were smoking and drinking. She ignored them all as she made her way to
the bus stop.
 

Hitching her purse high on her shoulder, she kept walking,
determined to get the bus. Getting the bus took over thirty minutes off her
travelling time. She couldn’t believe
Kent
had offered to drive her home.
Thinking his offer was some kind of joke she’d ignored it, packed up the
cleaning equipment, and headed out. Until today she’d never had to worry about
using the security code she’d been given.
Kent
leaving before her finally
gave her the opportunity to use the code to secure the building. The company
had given her the code because she’d been given plenty of recommendations from
other companies. She’d worked for several firms before settling for the firm
she was now working for.

She saw the brake lights on the bus up ahead. Picking up her
pace she tried to catch the bus.

A car pulled alongside her.

“I offered you a lift,”
Kent
said. The window to the
expensive car rolled down.
Kent
stared at her, waiting. She stopped when she saw it was really him. He’d driven
in her direction?

“I’m going to catch the bus. Thank you for your offer,” she
said.

The car followed her. Stopping, she turned to him. “Get in
the car, Lana.”

“I don’t know you.”

“You’ve been working in my building for the last six months.
You know I’m not a murderer or a rapist. Get in the car, and I’ll drive you
home.”

Nibbling her lip, she looked at the bus.

“I really appreciate the offer. Yes, I work in your building,
but I don’t know you. I’m going to catch the bus.”

She started walking and stopped when she noticed the bus
pulling away. Tears filled her eyes at missing her ride.

“Don’t cry. Get in the car. I’ll take care of you.”

Why? No one
else takes care of me. Why would you want to?

Her pity party was back.

Turning back to him, she saw his blue eyes up close for the
first time ever. She’d watched him at a safe distance, working around him. His
eyes were a clear blue like the ocean. They were startling to look at. They
were surrounded by long lashes that women would kill for.

“Get in the car.” He repeated his words to her.

“I don’t think I should. I can walk from here.”

“Lana,
it’s
dark, and the walk will
take you an hour to get home. I’m offering you a ride. Get in the car and let
me help you,” he said.

When she made no move toward him,
Kent
climbed out of the car, took
her hand inside his, and escorted her around to his side of the car. His touch
sent sparks of electricity up her arm.

She did as instructed as he opened the passenger side door
and helped her inside. He leaned in the car grabbing the buckle. His arm
brushed across her breasts. Her nipples tightened at the contact. She’d never
responded to a man so quickly.

You’ve been
lusting after this man for over six months.

He buckled the seat. She watched him walk around to his side
and climb in. Her heart raced from his closeness. She was acting like a crazy
person.

Kent
put the car
in gear and pulled away from the kerb. Taking a quick glance at him, Lana
chanced a look at his profile. He looked angry.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

Lana fidgeted with the edge of her dress wishing the skirt
covered more of her fleshy thighs.

“I offered you a lift, and you run away. Have I done
something to upset you?” he asked.

When he glanced at her, she looked away, staring out of the
front window. “No.”

“Have you read some shit glossy mag story and decided I’m
not good enough for you?”

“No.” She shook her head. The only time she read glossy
magazines was when she was waiting around at newsstands.
Reading
glossy magazines were a waste of time
and money. She’d rather spend her money in a book store buying books that were
worth her time. “I didn’t think you meant it,” she said, admitting the
embarrassing truth.

“Did you think I’d offer to drive you home and then leave
you high and dry?”

She shrugged. What else was she supposed to think?

“What kind of men have you known?”

Again, she shrugged while also thinking she’d only known the
worst kind of men.

“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation,” he said.

Neither could she. His anger seemed to be coming out, and
she listened even though she stared out of the window.

Her stomach chose that moment to growl. She’d not had the
time to eat anything at lunch. The last time she’d eaten was breakfast where
she’d indulged in a buttered bagel.

Grocery shopping was something she did on Friday. It was
Wednesday, and she wouldn’t be going grocery shopping for at least two days.
Her pay check came through Friday, which she paid her rent out of. Once the
rent and other bills were paid, she used the rest on food.

“Next time, you make your way to the parking lot beneath the
building. You know where the parking lot is, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes. I know where it is. You don’t need to worry about me
getting home. I’m safe.” She tried to argue with him.
Kent
held his
hand up stopping her from saying anything.

“No, I’ll be the judge of whether you need help or not.
It’s
night, dark, and anyone could hurt you.”

His hands tightened on the steering wheel. Lana never
thought her first conversation with
Kent
would be about her safety.

****

The woman was driving him crazy. He’d hoped on some light
flirting and sweet seduction, and instead he was telling her off like a child.

Get your shit
together.

Tightening his hands on the steering wheel
Kent
counted to
ten and then twenty until he’d calmed down enough. Didn’t she have any idea how
unsafe the world was at night time? There he went again, getting mad at
something he couldn’t control.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad,” she said, whispering from
where she sat.

“You didn’t make me mad.”

“Seriously, because from where I’m
sitting you look kind of angry.”

He looked over at her to find her smiling. Releasing his
death grip on the steering wheel
Kent
shot her his best smile.

She turned away. He spotted the blush filling her cheeks.
Cute, his woman still blushed. “I’m sorry for getting angry with you. This is
not a great place to be walking home alone,” he said.

“I think you watch too many movies. This place is fine to
walk around. Nothing is going to happen to me.”

He saw her rub her hands down her legs. Was he making her
nervous?

“Having that kind of attitude is not going to help you,” he
said.

“What do you mean?”

Kent
stopped at a
red light. He took the free moment to turn to her. She had the nicest brown
eyes he’d ever seen. They were so dark, and every time he looked at her, he got
the sense she was always thinking something thoughtful. Her skin looked silky
soft. He kept his grip on the steering wheel so he didn’t reach out and touch
her.

“I sense you have the attitude that nothing will ever happen
to you.
Nothing bad and nothing good.
Be careful, Lana.
You always have to be prepared in life.”

Her gaze captured him as he stared at her. Her lips were
nice and plump. A vision of those lips wrapped around his cock filled his mind.
The image alone tempted him to turn the car around and take her back to his
apartment. He could have her screaming in a matter of moments.
Kent
prided
himself in keeping his woman happy.

“Green,” she said.

Was she giving him the go ahead to take her home? Did his
woman read minds?

“What?”

“The light is green. You need to go.” She smiled at him
before pointing to the light change.

Feeling like a dick, he put the car in gear and raced toward
the next light. This wasn’t his night. All the lights he arrived at were red.