The Billionaire and the Cleaner (15 page)

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.

He’d not even phoned his parents.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“You’re here, baby. Everything is going to be okay.”

“So that’s why you’ve befriended me. You need a nursemaid.”

“Absolutely, what other uses do you have?”
Kent
asked,
teasing her.

“I have to wonder that myself some days.” She grabbed the
soap and the sponge. He watched as she lathered the sponge. The conflict on her
face made him curious.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you, Lana. You’re hiding
something.” He frowned at her. She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Nothing’s the matter. I’m fine.”

Staring at her,
Kent
let her soap his arm and
chest. Her hands shook a little. He continued to stare at her face.

“Did the diner allow you to take time off?” he asked.

She nibbled her lip. “No.”

“What’s going on?”

“I lost my job at the diner when I went with you to your
family’s house for Christmas,” she said.

The words blurted out of her mouth.
Kent
saw she
hadn’t meant for them to come out. Her cheeks were bright red.

“But you need that job.”

“I know. However, I wanted to come away with you at
Christmas. My boss said I either had to work or go. I left.”

She shrugged, but he saw the hurt in her eyes.

“How bad is the damage?” he asked.

“What?”

“Lana, I know you only just get by. The bonus you were given
wouldn’t last forever. How are you getting your bills paid and the rent?”

She began nibbling her lip again.

“Just tell me.”

“I’ve got to start looking for a new place to live. I can’t
afford my apartment. The bills have gone up, and so has the rent. I can’t make
ends meet on the one job. I wouldn’t have been able to with both jobs.”

Kent
cursed at
the unfairness of it all. He rubbed his temple. Lana loved her apartment. The
pride she took in her space meant the world to her.

“I’m going to pay for your apartment,”
Kent
said.

“What? No, you can’t. I won’t accept that.”

“And I won’t accept my woman on the streets or in some
shitty apartment where you’re not happy.” He growled the words out. His head
was thumping from his illness. Exhaustion swept over him.

“I’m not your woman, Kent.”

“You’re my friend. I take care of what’s mine. I’ll sort out
the payments for your apartment. Don’t argue with me, Lana.” He lifted a hand
to stop her. “We’ll figure something out. Until then, stop arguing with me and
just accept what I’m saying.”

After some time she whispered a thank you.

“You’re welcome.”

He rested in the bath as she cleaned him.
Kent
took the
sponge from her when she hesitated over the water. Staring into her eyes he
washed his cock and lower body. Even ill his cock responded to the heat in her
eyes. Lana was attracted to him. She didn’t want to be attracted to him, but
she was.

When he was bathed, she fetched him a towel.
Kent
stood, and
Lana averted her eyes. She left him to get dried. Her hand came around the
corner with some gym pants. They were loose, and he only wore them to work out
in. He took them from her outstretched hand.

She tapped the bed for him to climb into.

“I’ll call the cleaning agency and let them know I won’t be
in. Hopefully I won’t get fired from there,” she said.

“Don’t worry about it. I’d check your cell phone. I already
put a call into them before I phoned you.”

“You were so sure I’d help you.”

“Lana, you love me, baby. I knew you’d help me out.”

He climbed into bed.
Kent
heard her gasp but didn’t say
anything. She watched over him.
Kent
felt her presence during the night. Her hand was constantly touching his
forehead, checking his temperature and feeding him.

When the shivers got too much she phoned a doctor to come
out and see him.
Kent
was conscious of everything happening. He stared at her seeing the concern in
her eyes. Tonya’s words from Christmas kept playing around his head. Did Lana
love him like Tonya said?

He’d never been
so
sure as he was
when she stared at him.

Kent
woke up
after the doctor paid him a visit to see Lana looking at a cookbook sat beside
him. He tapped the bed. “Sleep with me,” he said.

She looked from her book to the spot next to him. “The
doctor said you should sleep.”

“I’ll sleep better with you beside me.” He saw the
indecision in her eyes. “Please.” Begging was low of him, but he wanted to get
his own way. He’d do anything to get his own way.

Lana pushed her shoes off and climbed in beside him.
Kent
wrapped
his arms around her waist and buried his head against her hair. She smelt
amazing. Within moments she relaxed, and he heard the sound of her even
breathing.

He could gladly live the rest of his life with her lying
beside him at night, in his arms.

Kissing her temple,
Kent
relaxed.

He closed his eyes enjoying the feel of her against him.
There was nothing he wanted more than to keep her beside him all night. His
illness had brought her to his bed, and now he needed to find a better reason
to keep her there.

Chapter
Sixteen

The next few days passed with Lana by
Kent
’s side at
all times. There was no time for her to go to her apartment. She kept
Kent
’s
apartment clean. When he slept, she cleaned or read from some of the books he
kept. She cooked a large pot of soup and kept heating up a small ladle-f of
the soup to feed him. The chicken soup was from a recipe she’d altered and made
her own.

Kent
seemed to
enjoy it, and as he grew stronger when he ate more. She went from soup to
casseroles.

After a week of caring for him the old
Kent
was back.
One morning she woke to find him making coffee in the kitchen. Climbing out of
his bed she went in search of him. He wore a bath towel around his waist, and
his colour had returned to his cheeks.

“Morning,” she said, gaining his attention.

He turned to her and smiled.
“Morning,
babe.
Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m good.” She’d been taking medication as a precaution as
his doctor advised. Fortunately, she hadn’t caught his illness. “How are you
feeling?”

“I’m much better.” He walked over to her. His body looked so
tempting in the lighting. His chest looked full and hard. Her gaze dropped to
his chest where a droplet of water escaped. Her mouth watered, and she wanted
to follow the droplet.

Lifting her gaze up, she saw him looking at her mouth. “I
know how you feel,” he said.

“What?”

Kent
placed the
cups on the counter. He stroked her cheek and tilted her head up to meet his
gaze. “This last week has been amazing,” he said.

Lana frowned. What the hell was going on? “You’ve been ill,
Kent
. What was
amazing about that?”

He smiled. He leaned in close. His lips were so close that
she felt his breath fan across her face.

“I got to feel what it was like with you in my arms in my
bed. I wouldn’t change having you there for the world.”

Her breathing grew heavy. Heat seeped between her legs as
her nipples tightened from his words and his closeness. “What are you doing,
Kent
?”

“What I need to do for both of us, Lana. I know you feel it,
too.” His lips brushed against hers. They felt so good, and she whimpered.
“Don’t worry. Let it go. I’m here to catch you,
baby
.
I’ll always catch you.”

She froze in his arms as his lips made love to hers. His
tongue ran across the seam of hers.

“Let go,” he said.

Her hands fisted at her side as she fought the conflicting
emotions inside herself.

You can’t do
this.

It will spoil
everything.

Lana lifted her hands with the intention of pushing him
away. She wrapped her arms around his neck instead. There was no way for her to
fight him. She’d been fighting her feelings for him since the first moment she
saw him. Being in his arms was sheer bliss.

“Please,” she said.

Kent
slammed his
lips down on hers. She groaned giving herself up to him. His arms banded around
her lifting her up onto the counter. She held on as he opened her thighs.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lana deepened the kiss.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me, too,” she said.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her through to the
bedroom. The sheets were mussed from the previous night of sleeping.
Kent
placed her
on her feet.

“I need to see you naked,” he said.

She lifted her arms as he played with the edge of her
jumper. He pulled the jumper over her head. She wore a bra.

The last few days she’d been wearing her clothes and his.
She’d been washing daily.

“You shouldn’t wear a bra to bed.”

Lana shrugged. She gasped as his fingers loosened the button
on her jeans. Licking her lips, she gazed down to where his hands laid over her
rounded stomach. She was much larger than all the women he’d dated. Was he
regretting his decision to be with her?