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.
Chapter Two
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.