The Billionaire and the Cleaner by Sam Crescent Read Free Book Online

never lived like she did.
Not once during his life did he worry about paying a bill. He’d come from money
without fear.
    How did Lana cope with living month to month?
    “I’ll come but no press or lies. We’re friends, and we’re
not dating. I’ll come as a friend but not as anything else.”
    She was the first woman who needed to be coerced into going
with him.
    “Fine. Are you ready to go?”
he asked.
    “Is there something wrong with the way I’m dressed?” she
asked.
    Kent didn’t think
so. The sweater she wore moulded to every sinful curve. Her tits looked ever so
full and soft.
    “You’re fine.” He was dressed in a pair of jeans and white
shirt. Weekends were his time to relax.
    She grabbed her purse and coat before following him out of
her apartment. They walked side by side to his car, which he’d parked in the
spot he deemed his own. A couple of kids were checking his ride over. He nodded
at their approval before helping her into the car.
    “I can plug myself in,” she said, moving his hand out of the
way.
    “Nice car, man,” one of the kids said.
    “Work hard at school, and you’ll be driving one of these
beauties when you’re older,” Kent said.
    The kid nodded. Kent climbed into his side and
turned the engine over.
    “That was nice of you to say,” she said.
    “I meant every word. Some kids just need an incentive to
try.” Placing the car in gear, he pulled out of the parking lot.
    “Are you going to tell me about your parents to be ready for
tomorrow? I’ve noticed you’ve not talked about them.”
    And she didn’t fight him for information on his family. Lana
accepted him for him. She didn’t force him to talk about his family or his
money. Their time together was fun. The few times they’d watched a movie
together, he’d enjoyed the time by playing with a few strands of her hair.
    He craved her smile and her touch, but he didn’t want to
spoil their time together. There were times when he fought his desire for her.
She’d sat next to him in a pink fluffy robe without a stitch on underneath.
He’d spent most of the night hard, wondering what she’d do if he pulled the
robe from her body.
    His desire for her didn’t diminish but seemed to grow with
every passing day. Kent enjoyed her company, and she didn’t judge him like others did. There was no
jealousy or bitter rivalry between them. She didn’t seem fazed by the women in
his life even though they were in the past.
    “You’re quiet,” she said.
    Their friendship was strange. Tonya was his last female
friend. He’d been sleeping with her before she decided she loved his older
brother.
    “I’m just thinking.”
    She didn’t ask him about what. He really liked her. Was this
how John and his other friends felt about their women?
    “Do you own a cell phone?” he asked.
    Lana shook her head. “No, I don’t see the need in having
one.”
    He intended to get her a phone and a bigger television.
    “Do you live in the Middle Ages?”
    “This coming from the older guy?” she asked, laughing.
    “I’m not that old.”
    “Of course not.”
    Kent loved the
banter between them. “Besides with age comes experience, and I’m experienced.”
    “Are you coming onto me?”
    You’ve got no
idea how much I’m coming onto you.
    She wouldn’t
know if I was coming onto her unless I bluntly spelt it out for her to see.
    “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
    Lana thumped him lightly in the arm. “You’re a tease. So,
did Cherrie and you date a lot?”
    Was she
jealous?
    “Do you really want to know the truth?” he asked.
    “You brought the newspaper to me. You clearly want to talk
about it. I’m available to listen. You’re driving, so you may as well get it
off your chest if it’s bothering you.”
    “It’s not bothering me. We never dated. We fucked a few
times, but that is all. There is nothing else going on. She was easy, available,
and I don’t always like working for it.” Kent admitted the