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.
“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.