Uncontrollable Tempration

I opened it to find a silver necklace with my name as the pendant, carved with pretty diamonds. This is one of the most beautiful things Mr Wilson has bought for me.

“Oh my god! This is so gorgeous!” I beamed. “Thank you so much! I’ve always wanted a necklace with my name on it. I love this.”

“I’m glad you do. We’ll only be in Michigan for two whole days, then we’ll be leaving the next day.” He said pulling out papers from his flight bag.

“If the meeting is tomorrow, does that mean we have an extra day?”

“Yes we do. We are meeting with the Sytner Group by 12pm. They’ve expanded their business to Michigan and they need more of our services in their new branch. I am going to inspect the place to see what facilities they would need. Also the branch manager is new so we would have to provide them with full security information and how they would go about it. I have already developed a presentation for the meeting and sent it to your email.”

“You made a presentation? That’s supposed to be my job.”

“You were on leave, who else would have done it?”

“True. But I’ll have to look at it, just to double check.” I said.

“Go ahead. I’ll show you.” He said confidently bringing out his laptop.

I put the necklace back in the box and took one last look at the bikini before folding it back into the bag. I know I would certainly look sinister in that swimwear, Mr Wilson must not see me wearing such. I would be mortified if he does. If that was his intention when he bought me the bikini, then his plan will not work.

I tucked the bag away and waited for him to show me the presentation.

“This is it.” He gave me his laptop.

It wasn’t bad but it was missing a lot of information and there were a lot of formatting errors. It looked like something an amateur would do when asked to make a presentation for the first time. There was also something about the structure of the slides that seemed to be odd. And his attempt to design it was horrible.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He tried his best though.

“What’s funny? Isn’t it good enough?” He asked.

“It’s amazing but I need to make a few minor corrections.” I lied. I was going to change the whole thing.

“Okay then, here is a sample of the hand outs.” He gave me some papers. “Will you be using the bedroom?”

“I don’t think so. There’s no point sleeping, it’s a short flight. Plus, I have some work to do here.” I pointed at the presentation.

“Alright, I’ll be in there if you need me.” He said before making his way to the bedroom.

I felt sad that he was leaving me all alone but he needed to sleep. I could see it in his eyes.

I faced his laptop, copied the whole presentation and started a fresh one. I laughed to myself because he’ll be so mad when he finds out what I’ve done.

***

2 hours later

I knocked on the bedroom door for the fifth time now but he didn’t answer.

What the hell is going on in there?

“Mr Wilson?” I called out his name but he didn’t reply.

I decided to take my chances. I slowly pushed the door and to my surprise, it opened. He didn’t even lock the door.

I stepped into the small room and saw Mr Wilson passed out on the bed. He had taken off his shoes and his shirt, leaving him bare-chested. I carefully made my way towards him and noticed he was sweating profusely. Tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead and on his body, some of them running down his chest.

I couldn’t help the naughty things that came to my mind as I watched his chest rise and fall from breathing heavily. Mr Wilson was the sexiest male I had ever come across and I couldn’t even deny it. I could feel myself getting hot from staring at his body. I really wanted to touch him so I did.

I reached out and placed my hand on his chest but I jumped back immediately I did.

He was burning up!

“Mr Wilson?” I squatted beside him and tapped him trying to wake him up. All I got was a groan from him. “Please Mr Wilson wake up. We’re landing soon.”

He tossed about and I thought I saw him shiver.

“Are you cold?” I asked and he nodded. “Maybe you have a fever. Come, the plane will be landing soon.”

I helped him to sit up then I got a towel from somewhere and dabbed it on his forehead and chest. I tried my best to block all the wicked thoughts going through my head as I dried him up. Touching him and having him so close was doing things to me. I helped him to put on his shirt and his shoes.

“Come on, we need to sit out there. As soon as we land I’ll find something or someone to make you feel better.” I pulled him up to his feet and supported him out of the bedroom to where he had previously sat with me.

I buckled his seat belt and did the same for myself when I sat down. I felt really bad for Mr Wilson. He must be feeling uncomfortable. I don’t understand how he could fall sick all of a sudden, he looked perfectly fine 2 hours ago.

“Where is my jacket?”

“It’s here with me.” I had picked it up while leaving the bedroom.

“Let me wear it.”

“No, Mr Wilson you can’t wear it because you’re temperature is too hot.”

“But I’m cold.” He whined.

“I know, thats’s because you might have a fever. Covering yourself up could make things worse.” I reasoned. He said something incoherent but I knew he was complaining. He can grumble all he wants, he doesn’t realise that I’m helping him regulate his temperature.

The plane landed at Gerald R. Ford International Airport, I supported Mr Wilson on my shoulders because he was too tired to walk. We took a taxi to the hotel and got there in 20 minutes. The name of the hotel was JW Marriott and it was an extremely beautiful place. I didn’t have time to look around because Mr Wilson was ill and he needed attention immediately. I hurriedly went over to the desk clerk to check in. I was given a set of keys that said 58. That was probably our suite number.

I helped Mr Wilson towards the elevator. He was still sweating as he leaned on the wall for support. He had gotten worse and I felt so bad for him in this condition. He looked like he was about to collapse.

“Don’t worry Mr Wilson. As soon as I get you to in the room, I’ll go look for help.” I was thinking of just buying him medicine for fever but I didn’t want to self medicate. He needs to be properly checked because his illness may be worse than a fever. It could be anything.

I literally dragged both of us out of the elevator because he couldn’t walk anymore. I opened the door to our suite with the key and pulled him inside.

The place was exquisite! There was a living room, dining room and a separate sitting area. There were two rooms each on the opposite side of the suite. I took a guess which one was the master bedroom and went to the one on the right first.

Luckily it was so I guided Mr Wilson to the bed. I took off his shoes and carefully began to remove his shirt.

“No, no, no.” He pulled away. “Its way too cold.”

“But you’re so hot!” I said and he smiled. I immediately realized how smutty that sounded. “I mean temperature-wise! You’re temperature is hot.” I corrected myself.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

He took off his shirt slowly, looking me in the eyes directly. Ugh! Even when he’s sick, he’s still arrogant!

“Lay down and rest while I find medical help, okay?” I stole a few glances at his broad chest.

“Sure.” He smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes before leaving him in his room. Just as I opened the door to go downstairs, I saw one of the hotel staff bringing in our bags.

“Excuse me, does the hotel have any health services?” I asked him.

“Oh yes we do. Downstairs we have a Spectrum Health System.” He said.

“Brilliant. Thanks for your help.” I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“No worries.”

I took the elevator and rushed downstairs. It took a while before I found the health centre but when I finally did, they were about to close.

“Hey, are you closed yet?” I asked one of the assistants.

“Not yet but we would be closing in fifteen minutes. What is it that I can hep you with?” She said.

“It’s my boss. He’s really sick and he’s running a temperature. I’m not sure what it is but I’ld like for him to get tested.”

“Okay, are you currently residing at the hotel?”

“Yes. Suite 58.”

“Alright. We’ll send someone up to be with you shortly.”

“Oh thanks ever so much.”

I went back up to the suite and took my suitcase to my room. It was a bit smaller than Mr Wilson’s but it was ensuite and so was his. Thank god for that.

I took off my boots because my legs were hurting.

After getting a bit comfortable, I brought Mr Wilson’s suitcase into his room. He was underneath the covers which was the worst thing you could do when you have a fever. I did what I had to do. I yanked the covers off him and his eyes widened.

“You shouldn’t use that, your body is probably above 40 degrees.” I exaggerated.

He groaned in annoyance but I ignored him. I sat down beside him and pulled out a menu on top of the bedside table.

“I’m going to order some food.” I said.

“I don’t have an appetite.” He complained.

“You have to eat something because a medical person is coming soon and they’ll most likely give you some medication. And you know you can’t take medicine on an empty stomach.”

“My stomach’s not empty. I had breakfast.”

“Well now it is. It’s been hours since you’ve eaten. Look, the food is from Six. One. Six Restaurant.” I showed him the menu. We’ve both eaten there once before. He scanned through it with much boredom then turned away. I decided to help him order instead, he looked indecisive. “Why don’t we get the Chef’s lovely soup? It’s the first one on the menu.”

“Ok.” He sighed, not bothered at all.

I picked up the phone on the bedside table and ordered two of that and some water just incase he gets medication.

“The food will be here in about 20 minutes. And you have to eat it, even if I have to feed you myself.” I told him. He didn’t respond. His eyes were closed but I knew he wasn’t sleeping.

Something like a doorbell rang. It was probably the medicals so I went to open the door.

“Hi, my name is Dr Pipe. You requested for medical help.” A man with a first aid kit said to me.