Lana Hawkins stared through the glass door to watch the owner of the building as he typed up some document on his computer. Kent Anderson was the sexiest man she’d ever seen and far out of her league. He owned the entire Anderson Corporation and was worth billions. Looking like a sex god meant there were many women begging for his attention, glamorous women with the time and money to make themselves available to him. Kent had been seen with many super models and actresses. When she’d been waiting for the bus she’d read the article in a glossy mag that linked him to several porn stars as well.
Way out of her league in every way.
She worked in his office from seven at night ‘til twelve. The late shift money helped pay her rent, while the diner she worked in during the day gave her the money to eat. The latest recession hit her hard. She wasn’t smart and didn’t have the qualification to get any better paying job. Being a cleaner and waitressing were fun. She loved making places clean, and her small apartment was immaculate.
His blond hair caught the light of the lamp by his desk side. The golden strands looked silken, and she wanted to run her fingers through his hair to see if they were as soft as they looked.
You’re going insane. Working this job has built up a fantasy inside your head.
Ignoring the impulse to speak to him, she picked up her dusting cloth and started working throughout the top floor of the office. On several of the desks lay empty sweet wrappers. Lana picked them up, then threw them into her trashcan. She didn’t know how some people could work in mess or even function.
Humming to herself, Lana worked through each desk making it spotlessly clean for
the next day. She loved cleaning. There was no chance of her getting emotionally attached to anyone. The cleaning company she worked for required one person on each floor of the building to clean that one floor at the Anderson Corporation. She worked on the top floor after the staff had gone home. The job description saved her from getting her heart-broken again. Her last boyfriend of two years had left her over a year ago. Frank had taken two years of her life and crushed her heart as well as what little ego she’d kept. There was no way she’d ever let another man get inside her heart or her head. When she’d first been with Frank, he’d been a caring, loving boyfriend. In the last year of their relationship he’d changed. Frank started getting angrier, and he’d lash out. Lana hated being one of the women who made excuses, but she ended up finding reasons for his behaviour. Fortunately, Frank never put her in the hospital as otherwise she’d be in trouble. Since Frank had worked his magic on her while dumping her, she refused to allow another man inside her heart or her body. She liked living alone in her spotless apartment with nothing to look forward to other than her weekend ritual of baking. Her neighbours loved her baking, and that’s how her life was going to remain. Careful, organised, and peaceful, the three words were her motto.
Baking, reading, cooking, cleaning, and work.
She let out a sigh then grabbed the vacuum cleaner to start cleaning the floor. During the summer months she kept the windows open to allow dust and fresh air to permeate the office. It was the middle of fall going into winter. Opening the windows would only freeze her.
Going back to her humming, she started cleaning around each desk.
often Lana looked up to see Kent reading in his office. Sometimes he typed on his computer. He didn’t look her way at all. She didn’t mind. Cleaning ladies were supposed to be invisible to everyone else. The company she worked for held a standard that she prided herself in keeping. Lana may not hold any qualifications, but she could make the places she worked at shine.
None of the customers she served in the diner complained about her service. She took pride in being able to excel at what she did. Lana had graduated from high-school at eighteen and had worked every day since to keep herself alive. Her mother had lived in a trailer park, and she’d moved out the moment school finished. College was a big fat no. Lana got by on what little she knew. She could read, write, and spell, but everything else had been really difficult for her to deal with.
It was hard for her to concentrate during high-school because of her mother’s drinking and late night callers. Even though her mother denied being a whore, there were plenty of men willing to pay her for services rendered.
At school she’d been the fat daughter of the drunken, town whore. Lana had vowed to get away. She hated the men who tried to sneak into her bedroom late at night when her mother was passed out.
To be safe, she’d climbed out of her window and gone down to the lake where an old ratty sofa lay. She’d curled up in a blanket she kept in her backpack. Those nights were only during the summer. When it was too cold to leave the trailer, she’d wedged a chair against the handle stopping anyone from coming in.