“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.