Mr. Genie Mears

Ricky waited for her to sleep deeply before pushing himself off the bed and donning a housecoat. He padded downstairs to the kitchen, pulled out fresh vegetables which his housekeeper had bought from the last grocery shopping, and proceeded to start preparing a meal of lasagna.

She had seemed to enjoy it a little more than the others, and he decided to try his luck.

Twenty minutes later, he had a plate of the meal garnished to taste, such that it would as appealing to the eyes as it was to the nostrils.

As well as the tongue. 

He carried it upstairs in a tray, placed it on the nightstand and shut the blinds against the setting dusk outside. 

After placing a bottle of cold water and a glass beside the covered plate, he perched at the edge of the bed and tapped her gently. 

"Huh?" She stirred at the first contact his hand made with her body, opening her eyes slowly.

"I brought dinner for you. Think you can seat up