Billionaires with Benefits

58 58. The Hot Janitor

Samuel was in the locker room, about to change his blue and white uniform when the waitress asked him for help. He then followed the waitress and came to Monica.

“Oh, Samuel! Could you please help me handle that wasted woman?” Monica asked hastily.

“How could she drink here? Do you serve liquor?” Samuel couldn’t grasp the situation. He was too lazy to meddle in a messy situation.

“No, we don’t. She sneaked in a bottle from outside,” Monica answered.

“It’s not my business, Monica! I agreed to do janitor work. Not the other work.”

“Then, who has to deal with her? Even I couldn’t do it.”

“The cashier should see her bringing the drink inside,” Samuel blamed the employee. “Asked her to take responsibility.”

“Sam, please! I will tell Paula later about your heroic action if you are willing to help!” The sly Monica took place. She sold her boss to ask for Samuel’s help since she knew about his unrequited feelings for Paula.

It was a simple trick but it worked well. Samuel turned to face Monica for a moment, then he came closer to the table where Clara was.

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“Miss, the store was about to close. Could you please tell me your address? I will call a cab for you,” Samuel said formally.

“The manager failed to kick me out, then now she called for ... a janitor?” Clara mocked him unpleasantly. “How funny!”

“Miss, could you please pass me your ID?” Samuel insisted her insult was nothing for him as long as she didn’t recognize his real identity. “I will check where you live and call a cab for you.”

Samuel became impatient because Clara only gave him a cold stare as a reply. He was about to take her purse by force when Clara swiftly saved her belonging first.

“Oh? How dare you! Don’t you know who my father is?” Clara snapped.

“I don’t know. Didn’t your mom tell you?” Samuel replied sarcastically. “If not, come to your mom and ask her immediately.”

Clara gaped at Samuel’s response. Monica and the waitress could only hold their chuckles. How could Samuel have that kind of joke? Clara must be upset right now.

“I will ask my dad to buy this store immediately, no! He will buy the entire street for me!” Clara pointed her finger at Samuel. She couldn’t contain her anger.

“You spoiled brat! Why do you bring your dad’s name to solve your problem?” Samuel replied coldly, leaving her thunderstruck. “You should learn how to stand on your own feet.”

Without waiting any longer, Samuel took advantage of Clara’s dumbfoundedness to take the wallet from the haughty woman’s hand. He opened Clara’s ID and checked her address.

“Clara Decker. Fifth Avenue? Are you the daughter of that Decker old money family?” Samuel muttered to himself. “No wonder you are so cocky.”

“Give it back!” Clara wobbly came closer to Samuel, trying to get her purse back. However, he dodged it, almost causing her to fall to the floor. Luckily, he managed to prevent the incident on time.

Samuel slid his hand under her back, accidentally undoing her loose bun and making her hair fall completely. The silky and soft red hair was fanning across his arm, complementing her gorgeous and sharp hazel eyes. She stared intensely at him, making him gape in awe.

“It was close!” He said, trying to collect his calm. He pulled up Clara’s body, helping her to stand firmly. But, of course, she couldn’t.

He had no choice but to assist her to walk out of the cafe. However, the drunken Clara refused his offer.

“Don’t touch me with your dirty hands!” Clara snapped, slapping Samuel’s hands. “You lowly janitor!”

Samuel inhaled lightly. He wanted to curse but restrained himself, recalling that the bad attitude could ruin Paula’s business.

“Let me help you! You are wobbling.” Samuel insisted on helping her. “I have no intention to do anything to you. You are not even close to my type.” He didn’t lie because, unlike the firm and calm Paula, Clara looked even more ferocious and wild in her drunken state.

Feeling humiliated, and relieved that she wouldn’t be harassed, Clara couldn’t help but stay calm and let Samuel pull her body closer to his. He put Clara’s left hand on his shoulder and he put his right hand on her waist. Clara’s face blushed. Nobody knew it was because of the liquor or because of the embarrassment.

They then slowly walked outside to the taxi stop. Both of them said nothing since they were busy with their own thoughts.

Clara stole glances at the janitor’s face and found him as an attractive man. The smell of cinnamon emanated from his body, making her face turn even redder. She gulped, finding how captivating the janitor was despite his low social status. Looking at his hot appearance, Clara thought that he was anything but an innocent guy. His sexy rock hard body would make any woman happily crawl into his bed despite his lowly job.

Meanwhile, Samuel’s sharp nose could only smell Clara’s perfume-the freshly sour and sweet cherry. On top of that, she was slim but curvy. He could imagine what her body looked like under her skimpy red dress. It tingled his manly instinct for sure, but he tried to resist. Even if he said that Clara wasn’t his type, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t arouse his sexual desire.

When they were about to reach the taxi stop, Dave unexpectedly wandered around and came closer to their direction.

“Crap!” she cursed in a low tone.

A bit of sanity in Clara’s head rang the alarm. Before she realized it, she pulled Samuel closer to her and leaned her back against the wall. She used his burly body to cover her slim figure.

“Please, hold on!” Clara whispered anxiously. “Don’t let him see me!”

Samuel could roughly grasp the situation. He then granted her request and hid her under his tall and muscular body. However, the condition made their faces too close. They even could smell each other’s breath-the mixture of alcohol and mint.

The wind that night was too cold. It was really hard to resist the warmness offered by a tight embrace and skinship. Perhaps, that was the only explanation for why the two strangers shared their kisses-the hot and passionate ones.