Brad's grandfather had become quite ill in his old age. After some convincing, his grandfather agreed to allow a private duty nurse to come to the house to care for him. Renee was soon hired and took on the role. While it was a bit awkward at first, his grandfather got used to having Renee around to help him with his various needs. Brad also got used to seeing Renee around when he would visit his grandfather. They bonded as time went on. Renee would sometimes talk about how she was still in school and was hoping to become a cardiologist. Brad would share stories about his grandfather, and how much fun they would have on fishing trips.
Brad had always visited his grandfather a lot, but he soon found he enjoyed seeing Renee as well. Renee always seemed to have a playful smile and a bubbly laugh that made her a joy to be around. Overtime, he would find that an occasional naughty thought about Renee would surface. She was a very attractive woman after all. Sometimes when she would tilt her head as she read something on her laptop, he would admire her slender neck and imagine himself coming up behind her and planting kisses on it, and hearing her giggle as those kisses traveled down to her shoulder. When she was leaning over the table to count out his grandfather's pills, his eyes would sometimes admire the shapely ass hidden beneath her nurse scrubs.
Brad had stopped by one day to drop off some movies for his grandfather. He thought he would surprise the old man by picking some of the old western movies they liked to watch together when Brad was young. When he came into the house, he saw Renee sitting at the dining room table on her laptop. Her face appeared stressed.
"Is something wrong with Grandpa?" he asked.
"Oh no!" Renee exclaimed, "He is napping in his bedroom. I was just stressing over some school stuff."
"What school stuff?" Brad inquired as he set the movies down on the table.
"I have this big test I need to do today and I'm feeling really nervous," she said. Her eyes were glued to her computer as she shook her hands, as if trying to shake the nerves out of them.
"I'm sure you will do great," Brad replied, "How about I make us something to eat?"
"You don't have to do that," she said.
"I want too," he insisted, "A huge chunk of my family is Italian. Food is the answer to pretty much everything."
Renee giggled as Brad went into the kitchen. He took out a pot and began filling it with water as he grabbed a box of pasta. Renee watched him as he cooked. She couldn't help but smile at him. She liked how thoughtful Brad was. He was always so sweet to his grandfather and so nice to her. Her eyes followed him as he would reach up into different cabinets. His shirt would sometimes rise up, revealing his defined abs. She blushed slightly and looked away when Brad caught her staring.
Brad didn't react visibly, but internally he felt pleased with the idea that Renee was checking him out. Renee, feeling a little embarrassed, began to focus back on her test.
Close to an hour later, Brad brought a plate of fettuccini alfredo and set it down beside Renee. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "The food is ready," he said, "How is your test going?"
"It is okay," Renee replied. Brad started to pull away, but Renee placed her hand on top of his, keeping it placed on her shoulder. Brad looked at her with confusion.