"Alexander," she called out in her ek and soft voice as she reached out, missing the warmth of his body next to hers.
"I... I’ll sleep in the other room. I have got new clothes for you to change into," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
Rain gulped hard at the sight of the handso fra standing in front of her, the buttons of his shirt open revealing his muscular chest. She then frowned slightly as she realised her thoughts were again going astray and sat up in bed. "How many hours are still left for the drug to wear off?" she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.
Alexander glanced at his wristwatch. "Two more hours," he said quietly.
She nodded, avoiding his gaze as she timidly murmured, "Can you please stay with a bit longer until then? Your warmth... is helping feel better." Inside she knew it was not only helping her physically but emotionally. Alexander had been a strong pillar of support in such a vulnerable ti of hers. She felt safe when he was with her.
He released a heavy sigh and looked at the ceiling as if he wanted to say sothing but was struggling with the right words for it. The tension in the room thickened as Alexander stood contemplating. After a brief silence, he said, "Get changed into pajamas first. I’m a human, not a saint, Rain." His voice was laced with restraint as he added, "I can barely control myself knowing you’re wearing nothing beneath my shirt."
Her eyes lit up at his admission, and she quickly got out of bed. "Alright, I’ll go get changed! Just... get back to bed and wait for ," she said hurriedly, grabbing the clothes he’d brought her ignoring how suggestive her words were for him.
Rain rushed to the bathroom for a cold shower, feeling another wave of heat wash over her. The effects of the drug were weaker now, but they still left her feeling a little unsettled. Yet, whenever she was close to Alexander, the pain seed to fade away magically.
As the cold water hit her skin, she felt a rush of embarrassnt. "Just two more hours," she muttered to herself, wincing as the pain flared up again. She hurriedly dried herself off and dressed, ntally chanting, *It’s just the drug. It’s just the drug,* trying to push away the embarrassnt gnawing at her.
When she erged from the bathroom, Alexander was already lying on the bed. Rain quickly crawled under the quilt and snuggled up to him, her body seeking his warmth.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked lightly.
Rain opened her eyes, eting his gaze. "Yes, thank you," she whispered with a small smile. Alexander shifted, pulling her closer into his arms. "This is not an easy task," he muttered, more to himself than to her.
Ignoring his murmuring, Rain let his warmth envelop her, feeling sleep tugging at her. "Don’t worry, I’ll be gone before you know it," she mumbled drowsily before drifting off.
Alexander stared up at the ceiling, baffled. "Sounds like an eat-and-run scenario to ," he muttered with a sigh, glancing down at her. He could feel her steady breathing against him, a clear sign that she was already in a deep slumber.
"How can she fall asleep so easily? I guess my body isn’t just her pillow but her sleeping pill too," he muttered wryly.
He focused on steadying his racing heart. His body was taut with restraint, his nerves at their end of losing control. His muscles coiled as he tried to ignore the insistent ache in his groin. "Two hours... just two hours more," he reminded himself, knowing he’d have to leap out of bed the mont the ti was up or risk losing control completely.
He buried his nose into her still damp hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo and body wash she used while showering. Sohow, it slled different on her—more sensual, more intoxicating, absolutely inviting!
Alexander cursed under his breath as his thoughts tonight had been running on the sa road over and over again. Closing his eyes he tried to banish the salacious thoughts swirling in his mind. He started counting sheep, hoping it would be enough to lull him to sleep, but the closeness of her body made it almost impossible.
"I will not spare you, Paul Smith!" he grunted under his breath, frustration bubbling up inside him. The thought of the man who had put them both in this situation only fueled his irritation. He clenched his jaw, trying to focus on anything other than the temptation lying so close beside him.
*****
The next morning, Rain woke up in an empty bed, a smile crept up her lips as she rembered the events of the night. Everything felt so normal now inside her body.
Without wasting any more ti, she got up, amazed at how deeply she had slept. Though she had planned to leave the bed two hours after the effects of the drug were washed off, she ended up sleeping soundlessly the entire night.
Was she really that comfortable sleeping beside him, as if he was her real husband and this bed was theirs?
Rain’s face reddened as she walked to the chair where a business dress with underwear was laid out for her to wear after she woke up. She swiftly picked it up and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. As she got dressed, she couldn’t help but admire the fit and elegance of the outfit.
"Wow, it fits so well," she mumbled, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The white and black bodycon dress was elegant, expensive, and fit her perfectly. Even the new heeled shoes matched the dress and fit her like a glove.
Grabbing her purse, she hurried out, only to be greeted by Tyron.
"Good morning, Mrs. Lancaster. I am glad that everything fits you so well!" Tyron said with a friendly smile. Rain rembered him as Alexander’s assistant, always polite and warm.
This was the second ti he had addressed her as Mrs. Lancaster, and surprisingly, she liked the sound of it. Her face flushed as she realized her thoughts were drifting into the dangerous territory this ti. Had she really started to consider a real marriage with Alexander? Was it because she saw glimpses of his genuine and thoughtful side?
Gulping, she looked at Tyron and asked, "Did you buy this?"
"Yes, on my boss’s instructions. But he’s the one who gave your size. It seems he guessed correctly!" he added with a grin. "I hope the style is to your liking."
"Yes, I love it, Tyron. Can you give Alexander’s account number so I can wire—"
"No need," a familiar deep voice interrupted her in between. Alexander walked in with his usual straight face. "Co here and eat breakfast first. I’ll drop you at your office building. And give your car keys to Tyron. He’ll have soone retrieve your car from the hotel."
Rain followed him and walked to the table where breakfast was laid out. She sat on the chair Alexander pulled out for her. Tyron pulled his own chair and sat beside her while Alexander took a seat across them.
Rain felt like a cornered cat as Alexander’s gaze bore into her. "Eat first. You and I have important things to discuss after this. You have a lot of explaining to do."
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