The Billionaire and the Cleaner(9)
Author: Sam Crescent

What was it about Lana Hawkins that called to him? He could have his pick of any woman, and yet he was sat in Lana’s apartment eating Chinese without the promise of a f**k. He felt dirty at his thoughts. Fucking wasn’t everything.

“I’ve got to call it a night,” she said.

“Are you throwing me out of your apartment?” He stood, hoping she wouldn’t spot his raging arousal.

“I’m sorry, but I am.”

He looked down at the leftover Chinese. “Let me help you put these in the trash.”

“Absolutely not. These are perfect for leftovers.” She started picking up the cartons and moved toward the fridge. He followed her with several more cartons. “These will be perfect for me over the next few days, and you can come by anytime and help me finish them.”

He’d stick to that invitation. She saw him to the door.

“I had fun tonight,” he said and meant it. Kent had never thought simply sitting with a woman could be so much fun. Most of the women he dated ended up on their back by the end of the evening. He loved sex and wasn’t ashamed of his need for it. Lana made him want so much more.

Shit, he was turning into a f**king pu**y like his friends before him.

“I had fun as well. You’re really good company, Kent. I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked. She’d put her hands in the pockets at the back of her jeans, and her tits were thrust up as if on some glorious display.

“Yeah, you’ll see me tomorrow,” he said, taking every effort not to drop his gaze to her chest. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Good night.”

He turned away and went around the back to get his car. Kent breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was still intact. Maybe her neighbourhood wasn’t so bad after all.

Kent made it back to his apartment in good time. He probably broke several speeding laws on his way, but he got home in one piece. It was a little after two in the morning. He threw his keys on the kitchen counter and went straight to his bedroom. A woman in red lingerie was laid on his bed with a seductive smile on her lips.

“Hello, handsome. I was wondering when you were going to get home.”

“Cherrie, what are you doing here?” he asked, recognising the model he’d dated last year. How had she gotten into his apartment?

She climbed off the bed. “You haven’t been in touch. The last time we talked you gave me your key.” Cherrie pulled his apartment key from between her br**sts. “If you never responded to my call then I was to let myself in and make myself at home.”

He gazed down her thin frame. She was perfect model thin, and he saw the outline of her ribs even though she wasn’t breathing in or stretching. Running a hand down his face, Kent wondered how he was going to get her out of his space. He must have been drunk when he gave her a spare key. None of his women were allowed inside his apartment without his say-so.

Shit!

She reached around the back and removed her bra. Her br**sts stayed where they were. She’d gotten a breast enlargement for a job she’d been working on. Her br**sts were unnaturally large, but now they looked more fake than he remembered from the last time they’d been together.

Lana’s were full and real. He saw how real they were in the way she moved. Her br**sts moved with her whereas Cherrie’s stayed in one place.

At the sight of the model’s body, Kent didn’t get any reaction. He’d f**ked Cherrie numerous times, but he couldn’t find anything attractive about her now. His c**k remained flaccid in his pants.

“I didn’t invite you back to my apartment,” he said. “It’s late. I’m tired.” He needed to tread carefully. Cherrie was prone to overreact, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her drama.

She rubbed her hands over her br**sts. “Come on, Kent. I know you want to f**k me. You always want to f**k me.” Cherrie went to her knees and crawled to him. Kent closed his eyes as a wave of disgust swept through him.

Cherrie reached him and opened the first button of his pants.

“Stop!” Kent shouted the word. Cherrie stopped.

“What? This is what you want. This is what you always want,” she said. Gone was the seductress, and in her place was the whining woman.

“I didn’t give you permission to enter my apartment. I want you to leave. I haven’t seen you in over a year, Cherrie. If I see you again, I’ll have you done for trespassing on my personal property.” He grabbed the coat from his chair and threw it at her.

“You’re an evil bastard,” she said, jerking the coat back on.

“Get the f**k out.” He followed her to his door and slammed it in her face. Next, he called security to warn them about her presence.

Staring at the sheets in his room, Kent decided on the sofa for his night’s sleep. How had his night turned into a f**king nightmare?

Chapter Six

The next few days flew by, and before Lana knew it, the following weekend was there. Every night during the week Kent had been waiting for her in his building. Some nights they went to the diner to eat and others he dropped her home without going inside with her. She didn’t mind as some nights their friendship confused her. Kent talked a lot about his work, and she got the feeling he didn’t talk with anyone else. His own friends were settled down with children. He liked to talk about them a lot. She didn’t mind listening. He stopped asking her questions about her past.

Turning over in her bed, Lana checked the time on her alarm clock. It was gone nine on a Saturday morning. She’d gone shopping last night after finishing work early at the diner. Lana switched on the radio and climbed out of bed. Walking into the bathroom, she cleaned her teeth and started a shower. Once her shower was finished, she dressed in a long denim skirt and pink jumper. The weather looked chilly outside even though the sun was shining. She wrapped her hair in a messy bun before going into the kitchen for her cereal and morning coffee.

Sitting at the table she went through the bills she needed to pay along with the details for her bank account. She did some quick maths to make sure she had enough to pay everything. As she was finishing up her sums someone knocked on her door. Frowning, she checked the clock and saw it was just after half nine.

Going to the door she opened it as far as the security latch allowed. Kent stood with coffee and baked goods.

“Good morning,” he said. Last weekend he hadn’t stopped by, and she wasn’t expecting him this morning. He carried a newspaper with him.