Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Nancy was taken aback when she heard the recording of Crystal professing her love for Nathan. "O.M.G.!" she gushed. "You've finally admitted it! I've always known that you love him!"

Crystal was mortified.

Nathan turned to Nancy. He smiled and said, "Miss Carter."

Nancy was amazed. She had been friends with Crystal for a long time, but in all that time, Nathan had hardly looked at her, and he had never spoken to her. This sudden attention made her afraid. "Wh-Wh-What's the- m - matter?" she stammered. "Is the f-food not to your l-liking?"

"What has Crystal told you about me?" he asked with great interest.

"Err... What do you mean?"

"Just what I said," Nathan replied impatiently. "Do I need to repeat the question?" Nancy's face turned red, and she looked at her feet. "N-No," she replied. "To b-be honest, she hasn't said much. We're c-close, but she g -guards her heart."

"That she does." Nathan thought about her answer for a moment, and then he thanked her for her candor.

"Now that that is settled, what is to be done about her marriage to Eric?" asked Nancy.

Nathan turned to Crystal and stared deep into her eyes. "Yes," he whispered. "What do you plan to do about your husband?"

Crystal looked around the room frantically. She did not know what to say and felt very vulnerable, like a bug pinned to a corkboard. Finally, she opened her mouth to reply, but before any words came out, Clark and Wolf rushed over to the side of the bed. The boy looked up to Nathan and said, "Mister, what happened to you? Why are you in bed?"

"I have an owie," Nathan replied kindly.

"Does it hurt?" the boy asked excitedly. "It looks like it hurts!"

"I won't lie. It hurts a little bit." Nathan laughed and said, "I'll be okay, though. Thank you so much for being so concerned. Is Nancy your Mommy?"

"He's my son," Nancy murmured. "His name is Clark."

"I like that." Nathan turned back to the boy. "Just like Superman, right? Clark Kent! "He laughed again and said, "My name is Mister Davis."

"It's nice to meet you, Uncle Davis." Clark threw his arms around Nathan and gave him a big hug.

Crystal was shocked. She had assumed that Nathan didn't like children. Nancy was equally impressed. She nudged her friend and asked, "When are you two going to have a baby?"

"Never," Crystal replied.

"Very soon," Nathan replied.

"Really," Nancy ignored Crystal and responded to Nathan instead. "If you have a girl, then she could marry Clark one day!"

"Nancy Cater..." Crystal clenched her teeth.

Nathan smiled and said, "I think that is a great idea!"

"Really?" Nancy couldn't believe her ears. "It was just an idea. I didn't expect you to say yes."

"Why not!" Nathan exclaimed. "I believe in planning ahead."

Nancy was overjoyed. "With you and Crystal as her parents, she will be the most beautiful baby ever!"

"I told you guys that I'm not going to have a baby!" Crystal shouted. "Thanks for your soup and pasta." The implication of her words was obvious. She wanted everyone to leave.

Nancy scowled. "Am I interrupting you?" she asked.

"Yes." Crystal smiled politely.

"I understand," Nancy teased her. "You need some privacy so that you can get to work on making that baby!"

"Nancy..." Crystal warned.

"All right, all right." Nancy chuckled.

"We'll leave."

Wolf left first, followed by Clark, and then the two adults. Once they were gone, Crystal closed and locked the door. Then, when she turned around, she was caught off guard by Nathan's wolfish grin.

"What?" she asked.

"You really are anxious to get down to business," he replied.

Crystal rolled her eyes and said, "If you eat the soup and pasta yourself, I may consider it."

Without hesitation, Nathan picked the bowl up and began to scarf the food down as quickly as he could.

"Careful," Crystal warned. "You don't want to get indigestion, do you?"

Nathan grunted and did not slow down.

"Don't forget to eat the fish," she added. "It will help you recover quicker." There was fish in the soup.

Nathan swallowed and said, "Forget the fish. I am ready to eat you now!"

"You lustful jerk!" Crystal glared at him. "Behave yourself. Don't forget that you are still injured."

"If I'm not lustful, how can we have a big-eyed baby," Nathan wondered. He could not stop thinking about all the fun he had in "assaulting" her the night before, and his member was already rock hard. He finished the last few bites of soup, and then he was ready for the "next course."

Crystal looked at him for a moment, and then she said, "Let me give you a shave first." He had not shaved in days, and his face was a mess. Without waiting for a response, she went to the washroom and brought out everything that she needed.

Once she had his face lathered up, she ran the blade down the side of his face. Nathan sighed and asked, "Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?"

"It's just a shave," Crystal replied. "Don't overthink it."

"Well, it's a nice change from how you normally treat me..."

"Stop talking. I don't want to cut you." Nathan zipped his lips and stopped talking. However, as she took the scruff off his face, his hands were busy caressing her face. His fingers touched her eyebrows, nose, and lips, and he ran them through her hair. All the while, his breathing was so unstable that she could feel the hot breath spraying out from his nose. Suddenly, his nose twitched, and she accidentally cut him.

Crystal cursed and said, "I told you not to move, dammit!"

"Sorry," muttered Nathan sheepishly. Crystal continued to shave his face, and his face remained motionless, but his hands were getting more courageous. First, he touched her neck, then her collarbone, and before she knew what was happening, he had gotten ahold of her breast over her bra.

Crystal caught his hand and pulled it out of her shirt. "I'm telling you to stop!" she shouted. "Can you hear me?"

"You're taking too long," Nathan complained.

Crystal gave him a dirty look and said, "If your hands don't stop moving, I'll leave."

Nathan frowned. "Are you deliberately torturing me?" he asked.

"Torturing you? "Crystal scoffed. "Is that what you think I'm doing? A second ago, you said I was being kind. So, Mr. Davis, which is it?

Nathan's ire began to rise, but he said nothing. He hated it when she called him Mr. Davis, but she was right. He had said that she was being kind.

Finally, the shave was over, and the second after Crystal finished wiping away the foam, Nathan spread his arms and prepared to jump on her.

"Not yet," Crystal chuckled. "I still need to trim your nails!"

"What the f**k?!?!" Nathan exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Crystal asked. "You should be grateful to have such attentive care."

Nathan sighed and said, "I appreciate the thought, but now is hardly the time..."

Crystal gave Nathan a hard look and said, "We are not doing anything until I've got you cleaned up! Do you understand?"

"Fine," Nathan grumbled.. He offered her his hands and said, "Let's get this over with then…."