The Billionaire and the Cleaner(4)
Author: Sam Crescent

“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 cle**age 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 pu**y.

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.

“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.