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was fun to be around and playful at times.
    Lana enjoyed his company, and watching him clean had been a
pleasure.
    Placing the cleaning trolley away, Lana headed toward the
parking lot. Kent waited for her. She was aware of the security guard giving her the once-over.
Lana knew what he was thinking and didn’t care.
    ****
    Kent watched as
she got in beside him. He wanted to fasten her seatbelt to have any excuse to
touch her. Settling for watching her, he waited for the guard to open the
security barricade. He gave the guard a wave and then was on the main road heading
toward her house.
    “I thought I’d have to come and get you,” he said.
    “Not tonight. Your offer of food is far too tempting.
Besides, you’re not a rapist or murderer, and that’s points in your favour.”
She joked with him.
    “Finally the lady starts to relax.”
    “Actually, I’m far too tired to argue with you. Help and
food were too irresistible to turn down.”
    He chuckled, loving the banter with her. Kent couldn’t
remember a time when he’d spoken with a woman about anything meaningful. There
were his friends’ wives, but other than that, there was no one else he talked
to of the opposite sex.
    Lana was by far more refreshing just from her conversation.
They pulled up outside her house. “I want you to go in and buzz me up. How do
you feel about Chinese?” he asked.
    “I’d love some. There’s a great Chinese place a few blocks
from here.” She got out and went inside. Tonight she didn’t look back to give
him a wave. Heading in the direction she pointed, he drove until he found the
Chinese place.
    After ordering half the menu, Kent waited a good half an hour for
his order. The box that came out made him feel good. The box was loaded with
several different dishes. He bid them goodnight before making his way back to
Lana’s house. The food made his stomach rumble. He couldn’t wait to get inside
her apartment.
    Parking the car in the available parking lot around the
back, he grabbed the food before heading back to the main door.
    He buzzed the bell waiting for her to respond.
    “It’s open,” she said. “I’m on the third floor, fourth door
from the stairs.”
    Opening the door, he walked up the stairs. She was stood
waiting for him with her arms folded. The apartment was nice but small.
    “Hi,” she said. He was struck by her. In the time it had
taken for him to get the food, Lana had showered and changed into something far
more comfortable and seductive. The jeans and black t-shirt moulded to her body
like a second skin.
    “Hi,” he said, averting his gaze.
    “You’ve ordered enough food to feed the entire apartment
block.”
    “I didn’t know what you liked. I bought enough for both of
us.” Her stomach growled at him. “And I think it’s time for us both to eat.”
    She invited him in.
    He noticed how clean her apartment was before he noticed the
few pictures on the wall. There was nothing personal. The artwork showed
someone lived in the apartment but not who that person was.
    “Can I get you a drink? I don’t have any beer.”
    “What do you have?” he asked, setting the box of food on the
coffee table. Kent noted the used appearance of the table but didn’t say anything.
    “I’ve got coffee, tea, milk, juice, and water,” she said.
    He chuckled. “I’ll take a coffee.”
    She turned away from him. “Do you need plates?” she asked.
    “No. I’m happy to eat out of the cartons if you are?”
    Lana left him to go fix drinks. The sound of the kettle
filled the silence. He removed his jacket and then started unloading each
carton of Chinese food. The oriental scents were intoxicating, and his mouth
watered. He’d skipped dinner so he’d get a chance to eat with her.
    She came back minutes later carrying two large mugs of coffee.
    He noticed she grabbed a coaster and wiped the small
spillage of coffee from the table with a tissue. She kept a box of tissues on
the table.
    “You’re not a fan of