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the truth unless it was sunshine and roses. Her past was anything but
sunshine and roses. There was no way she’d be telling Kent about her
past. Her past was for her to know and for no-one to find out.
    “I’m not going to get past your walls, am I?” he asked.
    “No,” she said not even pretending to not know what he
meant.
    “Okay, what do you want to know?” he asked, picking up
another carton.
    “Whatever you want to tell me.” She wasn’t
lying. Lana liked the thought of Kent being her friend. He was funny
and sweet. Their lives didn’t need to conflict. He was a businessman while she
cleaned his building.
    “I’m forty-five years old. I’m not married, and I run a
successful business.”
    “I know all this. I’ve read some stuff about you in the
paper. Shouldn’t you be married with an heir or something to take over your growing
fortune?” she asked, smiling.
    Kent chuckled.
She liked the sound as it made goose-bumps erupt all over her flesh.
    “That’s very old-fashioned. No, no heir. My family are
really happy for what I’ve achieved. My dad is proud of me forging my own way.”
    “And there’s no woman on the scene?” she asked.
    He shook his head, but his smile fell.
    “Come on, tell me?” She touched his arm, and an answering
spark of electricity worked its way up her arm.
    “There was someone a long time ago.”
    “What happened?” she asked. Her appetite vanished as he
spoke. What was wrong with her? There was no way they could ever be an item.
They were from different worlds, and she never wanted her life to be mixed with
his. She’d never be the type of woman to mingle in high society.
    Her education was lacking, and she didn’t come from money.
    It doesn’t
mean I can’t want him from a distance.
    “Are we going to do this?”
    “Do what?” She lifted her gaze to his.
    “Be friends?”
    “Haven’t you ever had a girl that’s a friend?” she asked.
    “No, I fuck every woman I know.”
    She swallowed down the food she’d been chewing. Fucking. Wow, Lana couldn’t believe her body responded at
such a crass word. Her nipples tightened, and her pussy flooded with warmth.
    “Then yes, we’re friends.”
    He kept staring at her. His intense gaze made her uneasy.
“Can I trust you?”
    Lana frowned. “Why couldn’t you trust me?”
    “There are people out there who want to see me fall. I’ve
made a lot of enemies because of my success.”
    She shrugged. “Tell me the people, and I’ll remember to
cross them off my list. I’ll never be their friend. I promise, Kent , I’m being
serious. I think it’ll be cool to be your friend.”
    Bumping his shoulder, she grabbed the remote from the small
table she kept by the sofa. Turning on the television she averted his attention
to the small screen. “This is the biggest television you own?” he asked.
    “Yes. I don’t watch a lot of television.” She flicked
through the channels as he cursed.
    “If we’re friends then this is not acceptable.”
    “What’s not acceptable?” She paused in turning on the
television.
    “If we’re going to be friends then you need a bigger screen,
and you’re going to need beer in the fridge.”
    “Are you planning on invading my life now?” she asked. “I’m
not accepting any gifts from you, Kent Anderson. You can keep your money in
your bank account. I’m happy with everything I’ve got.”
    Was she making a huge mistake? Kent was used to having one thing
from the women he dated. She wasn’t that kind of woman, and she didn’t want to
get involved with a man way out of her league.
    Stop over-analysing.
There is no way Kent could want you. Relax and enjoy this new friendship you’ve created.
    ****
    Kent settled back
on the sofa feeling a little out of place. Friends? They were going to be friends and nothing more.
    You don’t
just want to be her friend. You want to be more and have more with her.
    He turned to stare at her. Her brown hair was tucked behind
her ear,