do.”
“Which is?”
She lifted her gaze to his. “I’m making sure I’ve got enough
to pay the bills.”
He nodded. “Check this out,” he said, handing her the
newspaper.”
Dropping her bills and notes, she took the paper from him. A
picture of him and a supermodel was on the front page. Lana slapped his hand as
he went to touch her bills. “It’s rude trying to look at a lady’s bills.”
She read through the story. “What’s this about?” she asked.
“Last week after our Chinese, I went home and discovered her
in my bed with nothing but red underwear,” he said.
“The bitch, she should have been naked,” Lana said with
sarcasm.
He gave her a pointed look. “You’re supposed to be my friend,
and I’m sharing this with you.”
Lana smiled at the trust he was showing her. “You do realise
our friendship is weird, right?”
Kent shrugged. “I
don’t give a shit what people think of me.”
“Then why are you bothered by the newspaper headline?” She
handed the paper back to him. Seeing the story had felt like a punch to the gut
for Lana. It took every ounce of self-control not to show her feelings. She and
Kent did not have that kind of relationship. He was a man with needs while she
was a poor woman without any.
“I wanted you to know in case you saw it and thought the
wrong thing,” he said.
“Don’t worry. I haven’t got any spare money to spend on
newspapers or glossy magazines. Your celeb life is safe from me.” She stood up
and placed the bills inside her safe before returning it to the draw in the
kitchen. “Why are you here?” she asked.
“It’s Saturday.”
“So?”
“What do you normally do on a Saturday?”
“I bake.”
“What else?” he asked, getting up from his seat. He moved
toward her, cupping her face in his palms.
“ Erm, read a little. I don’t have
any plans today,” she said. Her boring life was finally catching up with her.
“Then I’ve got to change what you do today. I forbid you
baking on your own.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. She gasped
then covered it up with a sneeze.
“What do you have planned?” she asked, feeling nervous.
“I’ve got to go to my parents’ tomorrow, and I was wondering
if you’d go with me as my friend and date.”
“Really?”
“Yes, they’ll like you. They’re very down to earth kind of
people, and I think it will be good for you to see me in a different setting.”
“Okay, why are you here today?” she asked.
“I need to go to an art exhibition today. I’m checking out
some art. The event is very low key, and I’m not expecting any press. This is
just a viewing today. Will you come with me, and I’ll treat us to Italian tonight.”
“You’re tempting me with food,” she said, groaning.
“Of course. I know the
best way to get my own way is by tempting you with food. So, what will it be?”
Lana stared around her apartment and bit her lip.
****
Kent waited for
her to speak. He’d been thinking of taking her out last weekend, but because
work had overrun him he’d not gotten the chance. Then last night before he’d
gone to bed, his mother called inviting him for Sunday lunch. Both of his
brothers would be there along with his two sisters. All of his siblings were
married or in some state of bliss with a partner while he remained single. His
mother wanted him to settle down and have lots of babies.
He hated upsetting his parents. They were his rock in life
and believed in him when he’d not the confidence to believe in himself.
“Come on, Lana. Tomorrow you’ll be saving me from my
mother’s matchmaking skills, and today you’ll be saving me from boredom.”
She chuckled. “Why do you agree to do these things if you’re
not interested in them?”
“It’s good business.”
“There is more to life than earning money,” she said.
He wanted to see her bills. There were a lot of papers on
the table, and he’d seen some of the calculations. Kent had
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