Uncontrollable Tempration

“Yes I did. Thank you for coming.” I moved aside to let him in. I guided him to Mr Wilson’s room only to find that Mr Wilson had used the covers again! He’s so stubborn, I can’t deal.

“I’m Sophia Parker and this is Adam Wilson, my boss. He’s really weak and he’s running a temperature.”

“Alright. I’ll need to attend to him alone because I’m going to ask him personal questions and make other enquiries about his health. Is that okay Sophia?” He asked me.

“Of course. Go ahead.”

I left the room and waited patiently in the living room. I just hope it isn’t anything serious with Mr Wilson. We have a presentation tomorrow and he needs to be well for that. I put on the large TV and browsed through the channels, then I found one showing Desperate Housewives. I grinned in happiness and watched to get my mind off things. 15 minutes later the door bell rang again. I opened it to see room service with the food I ordered.

“Thank you, you can put the bill on our tab.” I said taking it from them. I put them down on the dining the moment Dr Pipes came out. “How is he?” I asked.

“He’s okay, the fever was as a result of stress. I found out that he hadn’t been sleeping properly for the past week.” The doctor said.

“Why is that? Does he have insomnia?”

“No he doesn’t, he just stressed out.”

“Did he say why?”

“Yes, but I personally cannot disclose that information.” He tried to hide a smile but I noticed it. “These are some tablets for the fever and the discomfort. You’ll need to give them to him after he eats.” He handed me the medicine and I took it. “That will be all now Sophia. Though it shouldn’t, but if the fever persists feel free to get back to us at Spectrum Health. The bill for the medicine will be placed on your tab.”

“Thank you so much for your help Dr Pipe. Hopefully, I don’t see you again.” I said and he laughed, understanding my joke.

“I hope so too.”

I closed the door behind him and went into Mr Wilson’s room. He wasn’t using the covers this time and he was seated upright resting on the headboard.

“Hey, the doctor said you have to take this but you need to eat first. Here you go.” I handed him his bowl of soup but he turned away. “Come on Mr Wilson, don’t you want to get better?”

He didn’t say anything.

“I’m going to feed you.” I began opening the food and he looked at me with a ‘what the hell’ look. “You heard me.” I said.

“Absolutely no way.” He argued.

“I’m sure it tastes nice.” I dipped a spoon into the soup and brought it to his lips. “Open up.”

“No.”

“Mr Wilson please, you have to eat this!” I cried out. I sighed heavily and put the spoon back. I was frustrated at him, this is his health we are talking about here!

“I will eat only on one condition.” He finally said.

“What is it?” I hoped it wasn’t anything crazy.

“You have to sleep here, tonight, on my bed.”

“What?! You mean the two of us will sleep with each other?!” I shrieked.

“No, we’re not going to sleep with each other.” He laughed. “We’ll just sleep together.”

“What’s the difference?!”

“Oh, there’s a big difference. Sleeping with each other involves activities that require both-”

“OK Stop! I think I know the difference now.” I cut him off before he could go any further. I checked the time to see that it was 10:30pm. “We have to eat now because it’s getting really late.” I usually don’t like eating past 8pm.

“So, would you spend the night?” He pressed on.

“If that’s what’s going to get you to eat and help you get better then yes.” I said immediately regretting it.

“Good.” He took the bowl from me and finally began to eat.

I ate mine as well and boy, was the food delicious. I had only taken a few spoons when Mr Wilson was finished with his, apparently he had gulped everything down. I don’t know why he rushed his food. Maybe he thought it tasted nice or he was just in a hurry to have me sleeping on his bed. I found myself believing the latter much more.

I handed him his medicine and he took it according to the doctors dose. When we were both done, I threw the disposable bowls in the bin and cleared up the place.

“The doctor said you don’t sleep properly. Why is that?” I asked.

“Stress.” He answered simply.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“But what’s stressing you out?”

He turned and looked at me deeply, as if the answer was written on my forehead.

“Something.” He said before looking away.

“Well, I’m going to have a shower now and you should too.” I said to him.

“Will you be back after that?” He asked and I sighed.

“Yes, Mr Wilson. I’ll be back.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

I went to mine and locked the door before stripping. I’m still unable to believe that Mr Wilson and I will be sharing a bed today. Maybe I shouldn’t go back. I’ll just lock my door and stay in my own room. Perhaps that will be a better idea, I smiled to myself.

The shower was great. The nozzle was big enough that the water coming out touched every inch of my body and it felt comforting. The water’s temperature was perfect and I came out feeling fresh. My hair was also properly washed and I felt clean.

I put on a pair of black shorts and a black camisole. Mr Wilson was probably expecting me now, but I’m not going.

After I relaxed a bit, I kind of felt bad a little. I recalled the doctor saying he finds it hard to sleep at night but he refused tell me why. Will he be waiting for me up all night? Well, he can’t because we need to get up early for the meeting tomorrow. Plus he’s sick and needs to rest.

I didn’t want to keep him awake and disappointed so I got up from my bed and made my way over to his door. I knocked once before entering.

He was there lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, showing off his muscles. This time he had changed his pants because they were white. I walked in and closed the door gently.

“I’ve been expecting you.” He said.

“Well, here I am.” I folded my arms, standing in front of the bed.

“I didn’t actually think you would come back.”

“But I did.” I could feel his eyes raking up and down my body. Maybe coming back was a bad idea.

“Why.” He said more like a statement than a question.

“I… I don’t know.” I began to get nervous.

“Turn off the lights.” He said like a command, his voice deep and throaty. I felt my nervousness increase ten times more.

I slowly walked to the switch, his eyes never leaving me. I flipped it and turned the lights off.

“Come to bed.” He said.

It wasn’t too dark, I could still make out where Mr Wilson was but I couldn’t see his face. I creeped towards the bed and sat down before pulling my legs on top of it as well. I laid back and crossed my hands on my chest like the position of a dead person in a coffin because that was exactly how I was feeling right now.

I closed my eyes and prepared to sleep but I was cut short when Mr Wilson pulled me towards him and put and arm around me. Half of him was on top of me, it was like he was half-hugging me.

“What are you doing?” I managed to speak. His weight was killing me.

“Holding you.” He said like it was nothing.

“But you’re crushing me.” I squealed.

Before I knew it, he grabbed me and rolled us over. Now I was the one on top of him. He enclosed me in his arms making it difficult for me to move away.

“Why are you doing this?” I said, my head on his chest. He smelled divine and I couldn’t even deny it. He had a shower just like I did. Something in me wanted to put my hand on his chest and feel all his muscles then run them down his abs.

“Because you’re so warm and soft.” He said leaving me shocked.

Warm and soft? Was he objectifying me?

“Well you’re hot! And I don’t mean sexy hot, I mean temperature hot. You make me feel like I’m in hell because your skin burns.” I felt him chuckle, his action shaking me up and and down in the process and sending warmth between my legs.

“Well I’m cold and your skin is keeping me warm. Its either this or you let me use the covers.”

“Use the covers then.” I said half heartedly. I really didn’t want him to stop holding me.

He released me and got under the covers, tucking me in as well. He reached out for me again and part of me was glad. This time he just held me by his side. Not on top or under him. I was engulfed in his masculine scent and I was overwhelmed with it. His arms were wrapped around me and his sexy body was right in front of me. I was about to go crazy.

I needed him badly, and I know Mr Wilson will be joyful if I just reached up and kissed him. I couldn’t pretend anymore. I have to give into this need!

I was going to kiss him.

Just as I reached up to touch his chest, I saw the scar of his bullet wound. It had completely healed now and you could barely notice it.

I remembered when his wound was still fresh. The image of him kissing another blonde girl also came to my mind and that was enough to clear the lust that had clouded my brain at the moment. I stopped myself from kissing him immediately before he noticed.