As soon as Greg started the car and drove off from college after they dropped the children off, Lana immediately turned to him with the intention of putting everything in order.
" Listen, I think we shouldn't come to work together. Maybe you will let me out somewhere at the crossroads, and then I'll get there on my own."
Greg raised his eyebrows and cast a surprised look at the girl.
"Are you ashamed of me?" - He asked with a smirk.
"Greg, stop joking, please. Just so much happening now. Those rumors about us already circulating around. Do you want to instigate it even more?" - Lana justified her decision. Although, she perfectly understood how stupid it sounds. Another would have long since jumped on a chance to proudly enter the main hall hand in hand with the CEO and let everyone else choke on their envy. But now the last thing she wanted is the attention of others, and Greg's position was rather an obstacle.
"Lana, we are no longer fifteen years old to hide in the corners. And the best way to deal with rumors is to fight them head-on, telling everyone the truth. Gossip quickly will get bored if they find confirmation. Nothing to wonder about."
"This is not true, everyone will only start to talk more on topics like:" What did this woman use to entrap our handsome CEO with?! ", - Lana replied, mimicking one of the waitresses high pitched voice of one o.
" Then, we'll just tell them with what you actually entraped me." - slyly smiling, Greg answered her.
" And what it is?" - suspiciously narrowed the eyes, Lana asked.
"First with your hands, then with your lips, then ..." - Greg began to purr.
"Stop it!" - she screamed, slapping him on the shoulder and blushing. - "Oh my God! You are simply unbearable!"
Greg wiggled his eyebrows and winked at her, chuckling.
***
In the end, Greg still gave up and stopped the car at a crossroads in a nearby street from the company building. He still frowned, watching Lana look around cautiously before opening the door. Although, Greg could understand her desire not to stand out from the crowd now, to stay away from all these squabbles and gossip. He would have liked to lock her in his penthouse and not show to anyone, too.
But she had nothing to be ashamed of. Greg wanted to make everyone around see that there was more aristocratic elegance in one of her little fingers than in all those depressed hens combined.
A plan has already begun to form in his brain. At first, he will make everyone recognize his choice. And then, when everyone understands how wonderful Lana is, he will lock her away somewhere. Yes! And stockings. Need to find where they are sold. Plan for today - ready!
Satisfied with his strategy, Greg turned around. Lana was just pulling several boxes from the back seat.
"What you have there?" - Greg asked suspiciously.
"Baked goods." - muttered Lana, continuing her manipulations.
"I'll help." - Greg began to rise from his seat.
" No" - a sharp cry, made him stop. - " You - sit where you are! We have agreed. Let me deal with everything myself."
" But it's heavy for you!"
"Greg, dear. I can lift this car with you inside with one hand. I somehow manage to carry cakes."
"God, you're so cruel to my inner gentleman," - grumbled Greg, still getting out. - "By the way, since you are so strong, then you can ..."
Noticing the dangerous glitter in Greg's eyes, Lana stiffened.
" Greg, pull yourself together!"
"Mmmm, I'd rather pull you ... in my hands, and not only ..." - He muttered, taking the boxes from her and putting them on the roof of the car. Then he pulled her closer, not paying attention to Lana's pathetic attempts to resist.
"Greg, stop it." - Lana was indignant planting her hands in his chest.
" Lana, you forget that you owe me. I'm even ready to give you a discount. Consider 13 years. This is if count three times a day, it's going up to about 14 and a half thousand times. But only today and only now I am ready to round it up to 14 ... thousand with installments for six months. How do you like this deal?"
Lana rolled her eyes, then clasp his cheeks with her palms and smacking Greg on the lips five times.
" Here, this is a deposit." - She yelled, twisting from his arms and grabbing the box, rushed at full speed in the direction of work.
"But I wasn't talking about kisses ..." - Greg just managed to throw after her, smiling predatorily.