He waited, impatiently, for the gate to open. She’d gone without him. Why didn’t she listen to him? He’d offered to give her a lift home, and she’d left him high and dry.
What would you do if a stranger offered to take you home?
Shit! His obsession for a woman he’d never really talked to was driving him insane.
Lana walked down the street heading toward the late night bus. She walked all the way home when she missed the bus. Checking her clock, she had two minutes to get to the end of the street. She’d worked faster tonight, and getting the bus seemed to be in her favour. The shops were all closed up, and several teenagers were lurking around. Many of the people on the street were smoking and drinking. She ignored them all as she made her way to the bus stop.
Hitching her purse high on her shoulder, she kept walking, determined to get the bus. Getting the bus took over thirty minutes off her travelling time. She couldn’t believe Kent had offered to drive her home. Thinking his offer was some kind of joke she’d ignored it, packed up the cleaning equipment, and headed out. Until today she’d never had to worry about using the security code she’d been given. Kent leaving before her finally gave her the opportunity to use the code to secure the building. The company had given her the code because she’d been given plenty of recommendations from other companies. She’d worked for several firms before settling for the firm she was now working for.
She saw the brake lights on the bus up ahead. Picking up her pace she tried to catch the bus.
A car pulled alongside her.
“I offered you a lift,” Kent said. The window to the expensive car rolled down. Kent stared at her, waiting. She stopped when she saw it was really him. He’d driven in her direction?
“I’m going to catch the bus. Thank you for your offer,” she said.
The car followed her. Stopping, she turned to him. “Get in the car, Lana.”
“I don’t know you.”
“You’ve been working in my building for the last six months. You know I’m not a murderer or a rapist. Get in the car, and I’ll drive you home.”
Nibbling her lip, she looked at the bus.
“I really appreciate the offer. Yes, I work in your building, but I don’t know you. I’m going to catch the bus.”
She started walking and stopped when she noticed the bus pulling away. Tears filled her eyes at missing her ride.
“Don’t cry. Get in the car. I’ll take care of you.”
Why? No one else takes care of me. Why would you want to?
Her pity party was back.
Turning back to him, she saw his blue eyes up close for the first time ever. She’d watched him at a safe distance, working around him. His eyes were a clear blue like the ocean. They were startling to look at. They were surrounded by long lashes that women would kill for.
“Get in the car.” He repeated his words to her.
“I don’t think I should. I can walk from here.”
“Lana, it’s dark, and the walk will take you an hour to get home. I’m offering you a ride. Get in the car and let me help you,” he said.
When she made no move toward him, Kent climbed out of the car, took her hand inside his, and escorted her around to his side of the car. His touch sent sparks of electricity up her arm.
She did as instructed as he opened the passenger side door and helped her inside. He leaned in the car grabbing the buckle. His arm brushed across her breasts. Her nipples tightened at the contact. She’d never responded to a man so quickly.