BILLIONAIRE CLARK

ers and the customers. Her late night was wearing her down. She'd settled herself in

was tied in pigtails down either side of her shoulders. It was seven at night when she got inside. She'd missed lunch and was hungry. Ignoring the pangs, she grabbed the cleaning trolley, smiled at the security guard before

ing her head, she went around gathering the used sweet packets and bit

she wore flats. She'd never worn high heels and doubted she'd ever be able to walk in them. Picking up the du

g to acknowledge my pr

ainst his office doorframe. "I'm work

go home. She liked the thought of getting home and having

ut to dinner. You've been cleaning for

he duster, heat filled her

know wha

'how are you doing' wo

m to reach out and lift her chi

son. How are you

k. We're past

lark last night. In the office it didn

from his touch. "

e exhau

austed. I need to get this p

es as her emotions got the better of her.

you doing?"

inished, and then I'm going to drive you

ou're paying me to clean." She tr

help you. You're exhausted, and I'm lookin

"You're not going to le

well give up." He smiled down at her. Bella co

Are you sure you know

it for months. I think I

atche

ed up her spine a

nsive business suit working a duster was one of the best sights she

ban personal it

rsonal items away, they'd work slowly." She turned the vacuum on and started buzzing around the office. When

atched t

him enjoying

, cupped her cheek and leaned down. The air whooshed out of her at his nearness. "And you bett

shock. "Are you threa

s? I can see the headline now,notorious billio

econd, you're a billionaire now?" she asked, smiling.

't you go to

like causing fuss. The press turn everything around anyway. I like you

o the elevat

I go w

ion of the steel of the elevator doors. There was nothing stopping her an

ny, and watching him cle

olley away, Bella headed

security guard giving her the once over. Bel

**

se to touch her. Settling for watching her, he waited for the guard to open the security b

ave to come and g

ing. Besides, you're not a rapist or murderer, and

e lady start

argue with you. Help and food wer

e'd spoken with a woman about anything meaningful. There were his friends' wive

on. They pulled up outside her house. "I want you to go in

a great Chinese place a

back to give him a wave. Heading in the direction sh

him feel good. The box was loaded with several different dishes. He bid them goodnight before making his w

g lot around the back, he grabbed the fo

ell waiting for

'm on the third floor, fou

She was stood waiting for him with her arm

the food, Bella had showered and changed into something far more comfortable an

aid, averti

h food to feed the ent

gh for both of us." Her stomach growled at hi

vited h

pictures on the wall. There was nothing personal. The artwork sh

a drink? I don't

f food on the coffee table. Clark noted the used

tea, milk, juice, a

. "I'll take

d plates?" she asked. "No. I'm happy t

jacket and then started unloading each carton of Chinese food. The oriental scents were int

s later carrying two

small spillage of coffee from the table with a

an of mess, are

t next to him. A blush staine

supposed to notic

e rubbed her hands down her thighs. He wondered if th

and chow mein. Also, spring rolls, prawn balls, and

e showed a great deal of her chest. Her breasts were pressed together and l

d the first carton and then

ther. You're not so

to try something

s he ate it. Clark kept his eye on Bella as she pressed the ball into her mouth. Her full lips closed

" she said. "It has been ages si

ll me about yourself," he said,

nothing

y. Together they munched their way through the food. Clark

is my place. I like visiting the library in my spare

quick look around the room. There were no personal photos. Most people had pic

more intrigued by the woman

re about you