Grabbing a few bills from her bedroom, she made her way toward the door. She put her coat on as she walked out of the building.
She saw Mitch sitting outside. Walking over to his car she knocked on the window.
“Will you take me to Kent’s place? He called and asked for me to go to him,” she said.
“Climb in.”
Mitch used to go to the diner with her. She’d served him lunch many times when she was working.
“Have you seen Kent?” she asked.
“No. My job is to keep an eye on you when he’s not around. Give him my regards when you see him.”
Mitch pulled into traffic. “Are you going to tell him about losing your job at the diner?” Mitch asked.
When she’d lost her job she’d asked Mitch not to say anything. She let out a sigh and shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“It’s only a matter of time before he asks, Lana. You’re going to have to tell him something.”
“I know. It’s just hard telling one boss that another boss fired you,” Lana said, sitting back in the car.
“It’s different with Kent. He’s more than your boss.”
Neither said anything else as they made their way toward his building. Lana smiled at the men on the reception desk before heading toward the elevator. No one stopped her on her way up to Kent’s room. She’d stood laughing and joking with several of the employees in the building one day when they stopped her. Kent had to give her picture to security in order for her to get inside his building.
At his door she pulled out the key to get inside. Closing the door behind her she spotted Kent immediately.
“What have you done?” Lana asked him. Kent was lying down on the sofa looking deathly pale. Perspiration dotted his brow, and he shivered even though the heating was on inside the room. He’d given her a key the other month. She hadn’t used the key because Kent always went to her. She threw the key on the coffee table. Used tissues, a dirty plate, and medicine were on the table. Her hands were itching to clean up the mess.
Kent usually picked her up and visited her at her apartment. This was the first time he’d called her asking for help. The sight of him was freaking her out.
“I’ve done nothing. I’m dying, Lana.” He grumbled out the words.
Pressing her palm to his forehead she felt his temperature was high.
“We need to get you cleaned up. This air is not going to be good for you.” Keeping her coat on, she walked over to the windows and blasted the room with cold air.
Throwing an extra blanket over him, she cleaned away the mess on the coffee table. Lana placed the plate in to soak as she grabbed a hot cloth and started wiping down the surface.
“Why did I know you’d clean my shit first?” he asked.
“If everything is dirty you won’t get any better. Don’t worry. I’ll be scrubbing you down next,” she said.
“Promises.” He started coughing.
Lana worked cleaning the space he’d been camped in. She turned the television off. Once everything was cleaned and the air felt fresh, she closed the window and turned the heating up.
“Come on. Shower for you,” she said, peeling the blankets away from him.
“You’ve always wanted me naked.”
She chuckled as she helped him toward his bathroom.
Filling his tub with warm water, she blushed when he got naked for her. His cock was flaccid but long. Lana couldn’t help but admire his form even though he was poorly.
“Will you stay here? I’ve got to clean your sheets and put some fresh sheets on your bed.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m staying right here.”
Lana turned away from the scene and went to his bedroom. She kept her mind occupied with cleaning away his bedding.
“What are you doing in there? Cleaning every surface?” he asked.
Rolling her eyes, she finished stripping his bed and changing his sheets.
His cock is huge!
Lana stumbled as her thoughts took on more illicit images.
Stop. Kent is all that matters now. Think of him and nothing else.
She found his washing machine and placed the sheets inside.
After gaining control of her emotions and her hormones she walked back into the bathroom. The bubbles covered his abdomen. She let out a sigh of relief and knelt down at the edge of the bath.
“I suddenly think it’s a great idea being friends,” Kent said.
Lana chuckled.
****
Even though he was sick Kent still saw her reaction to his body. Lana liked what she saw, and knowing it made him smile. He was supposed to be at work, but when he’d woken up this morning and could barely move, he knew there was no choice for him to stay at home. Lana was the only person he wanted around.