“Then I’ve got to change what you do today. I forbid you baking on your own.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. She gasped then covered it up with a sneeze.
“What do you have planned?” she asked, feeling nervous.
“I’ve got to go to my parents’ tomorrow, and I was wondering if you’d go with me as my friend and date.”
“Really?”
“Yes, they’ll like you. They’re very down to earth kind of people, and I think it will be good for you to see me in a different setting.”
“Okay, why are you here today?” she asked.
“I need to go to an art exhibition today. I’m checking out some art. The event is very low key, and I’m not expecting any press. This is just a viewing today. Will you come with me, and I’ll treat us to Italian tonight.”
“You’re tempting me with food,” she said, groaning.
“Of course. I know the best way to get my own way is by tempting you with food. So, what will it be?”
Lana stared around her apartment and bit her lip.
****
Kent waited for her to speak. He’d been thinking of taking her out last weekend, but because work had overrun him he’d not gotten the chance. Then last night before he’d gone to bed, his mother called inviting him for Sunday lunch. Both of his brothers would be there along with his two sisters. All of his siblings were married or in some state of bliss with a partner while he remained single. His mother wanted him to settle down and have lots of babies.
He hated upsetting his parents. They were his rock in life and believed in him when he’d not the confidence to believe in himself.
“Come on, Lana. Tomorrow you’ll be saving me from my mother’s matchmaking skills, and today you’ll be saving me from boredom.”
She chuckled. “Why do you agree to do these things if you’re not interested in them?”
“It’s good business.”
“There is more to life than earning money,” she said.
He wanted to see her bills. There were a lot of papers on the table, and he’d seen some of the calculations. Kent had never lived like she did. Not once during his life did he worry about paying a bill. He’d come from money without fear.
How did Lana cope with living month to month?
“I’ll come but no press or lies. We’re friends, and we’re not dating. I’ll come as a friend but not as anything else.”
She was the first woman who needed to be coerced into going with him.
“Fine. Are you ready to go?” he asked.
“Is there something wrong with the way I’m dressed?” she asked.
Kent didn’t think so. The sweater she wore moulded to every sinful curve. Her tits looked ever so full and soft.
“You’re fine.” He was dressed in a pair of jeans and white shirt. Weekends were his time to relax.
She grabbed her purse and coat before following him out of her apartment. They walked side by side to his car, which he’d parked in the spot he deemed his own. A couple of kids were checking his ride over. He nodded at their approval before helping her into the car.
“I can plug myself in,” she said, moving his hand out of the way.
“Nice car, man,” one of the kids said.
“Work hard at school, and you’ll be driving one of these beauties when you’re older,” Kent said.
The kid nodded. Kent climbed into his side and turned the engine over.
“That was nice of you to say,” she said.
“I meant every word. Some kids just need an incentive to try.” Placing the car in gear, he pulled out of the parking lot.
“Are you going to tell me about your parents to be ready for tomorrow? I’ve noticed you’ve not talked about them.”
And she didn’t fight him for information on his family. Lana accepted him for him. She didn’t force him to talk about his family or his money. Their time together was fun. The few times they’d watched a movie together, he’d enjoyed the time by playing with a few strands of her hair.
He craved her smile and her touch, but he didn’t want to spoil their time together. There were times when he fought his desire for her. She’d sat next to him in a pink fluffy robe without a stitch on underneath. He’d spent most of the night hard, wondering what she’d do if he pulled the robe from her body.
His desire for her didn’t diminish but seemed to grow with every passing day. Kent enjoyed her company, and she didn’t judge him like others did. There was no jealousy or bitter rivalry between them. She didn’t seem fazed by the women in his life even though they were in the past.
“You’re quiet,” she said.