The guards had already arrived at The Palace and Mrs. Gilbert directed the one carrying her to her bedroom. She had already finished the whole bottle before she passed. The guard placed her on her bed and were told to leave by Mrs. Gilbert who went down to prepare some hangover syrup. Before she could finish making it, Brandon arrived hurriedly with Watson striding behind me.
"Status?" He enquired Mrs. Gilbert as he went up the stairs.
"Unconscious, Sir." She replied worriedly.
Brandon went straight to her room and found her passed out cold on the bed. He froze. He did not know what to do. Watson looked at his helpless boss and figured out what was happening.
"Boss, you should go over and feel her temperature. Just in case she gets alcohol poisoning." Watson said carefully. But Brandon was in panic mode. Watson looked at him and at the girl on the bed. He had to act. He held his boss' shoulders and turned him to face him. "Brandon!" He called out to him, snapping him out of the state he was in. "Save her!". Brandon immediately rushed to the girl on the bed and felt her forehead with his right back hand side. He looked at Watson. "She is burning up." He tried to suppress the anxiety in his voice but it was all in vain.
"Get her off the bed. Now!" Watson took charge and Brandon listened to him like a good student. "Take her to the bathroom and let her sit under a cold shower for a moment. Let me get Simon." Watson directed as he walked out of the room. Brandon carried Natasha to the bedroom as told and opened the cold shower straight through her hair letting the water run through her back. Within seconds, both of them were dripping wet from the cold shower. "Come on!" He kept shouting at the woman passed out. He was becoming increasingly anxious, and he did not like it. He felt his eyes well up in tears. Before any of the drop of tears could kiss his cheeks, the woman in his arms suddenly snapped out of her world and started shivering and coughing.
"What…what's happening? Where am I? Why…why is it so cold?" She asked but she was still drunk. As soon as she tasted some of the water, her stomach contracted and she let out all what was in it; most of it in the shower and some on the man who was holding her. His face changed severally from the mixture of emotions he was undergoing.
"You'll pay for that Ms. Claire!" He warned as he held the woman who was swaying in his arms. She did not stay up for long but immediately passed out again. He then lifted her from the shower and placed her on the bed as wet as she was. His whole suit was soaked in water all the way to his leather shoes. Watson came back and saw the scene, one angry man looking at a passed out lady, and both of them wet and had a rough idea of what had happened. He felt like laughing but he could not for his boss would castrate him and she was still unconscious.
"Boss. I think she is shivering. If she stays on with her wet clothes on, she will contract a very dangerous fever. And maybe pneumonia." Watson suggested bitingly. Brandon looked at his PA. "Mrs. Gilbert will do it. Call her in."
"But Mrs. Gilbert is busy preparing something to help Ms. Claire. And she said it need a lot of attention. Should we wait for her to finish so that we can call her in?" Watson was quick and biting. Brandon looked at Watson in disbelief. He knew that Mrs. Gilbert took her time to perfect her work and he could see how much Natasha was shivering. He sighed. 'Not again!' He exclaimed.
"Again, Sir?" Watson asked. 'Has this happened before?' He thought curiously.
"Do you want to help me change her?" Brandon asked Watson who was busy trying to figure out what his boss meant. He nodded in disapproval. "Not at all Sir. I have to check up on where Dr. Simon had reached." He opened the door and slid out before he could see the smile on his face. Brandon put his hands in his pockets and sighed. After a few seconds, he walked out to the closet and took out a black bath robe. He slowly walked over to the shivering woman. Since she was dressed in a jump suit, he hurt to either turn her over or make up sit up in order to unzip the dressing from behind. He chose the latter just in case the first made her want to vomit. He pulled her closed to his chest and her head rested on his right shoulder. Slowly, he stretched out his left hand and slid the zip down all the way to her lower back.
He could feel her breath lightly on his neck as she shivered. The small water droplets on her neck and back especially on her light skin made him swallow hard. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He slowly slid off the dressing from her shoulders and lay her black removing it completely from her body. Her bare chaste was completely exposed as she had nothing else inside. Her breasts were of average size, looked tenderly erect at him at full bloom and exposed the deepness of her light complexion to him. Her belly flattened and form a small pout as she breathed in and out. Her hips were well swollen at the right places paving way for very soft light-skinned thighs which looked very yellow in his eyes. Her skin looked so flawless as if she had no childhood scars as all children do. He could feel his breathing pattern change the more he studied her. As he dropped the jumpsuit on the floor, he took the bath robe carefully wrapped her in it. He then put his hands under it and slowly slid out her black-laced panties and dropped them next to the jump suit and hurriedly turned and left the room. At the door, he met with Watson, Simon and Mrs. Gilbert but did not utter a word as he went straight to his room. Only Watson understood and as soon as they opened the door and saw the changed woman lying on the bed, they understood too. Mrs. Gilbert immediately placed the tray on the bedside table and took out the wet clothes on the floor to the bathroom before the men could see.
In his room, Brandon quickly undressed and rushed to the shower. If one could see him, one would think he was disgusted by the vomit on his clothes, but only he knew how his body was fighting against his emotions. He stood in the shower for as long as his body thought was necessary, till he heard a knock on his door. He turned off the shower, put on his black bathrobe and went to open the shower. It was Watson and Simon. Watson was trying his best not to smile while Simon was all smiled.
"What?" He asked coldly.
"She will be alright Bran. You did a good job." Simon said between smiles. Watson let out a chuckle then immediately stopped when he saw Brandon's eyes. "She vomited most of the alcohol from her system and Mrs. Gilbert will feed her one of those hangover famous recipes of hers. By the end of the day, she will be fine." Simon added, nodded and turned around to leave.
"Thank you for coming Doc." Brandon said watching Simon look back at him and smile then walk away. He then turned his gaze at Watson who was still smiling. "I think you need more work." He shut the door leaving Watson chuckling even more. Watson went downstairs and escorted Simon to his car.
"Does he know?" Simon asked Watson when they got his car.
"Know what Doc?" Watson asked curiously.
"That he is in love with her?" Simon clarified and they looked at the house behind them.
"Brandon is a smart guy. I am sure he knew from the moment he met her."
Julie Ann had found a fully furnished apartment right around where Natasha lived, only more expensive. She had been waiting to lay her eyes on her for a while but she had not. She wondered what could have happened as she had already confirmed from the landlord of the Relax Apartments that she was still a tenant but neither her nor William had been seen there for the past three days or so. She dialed a number on her phone again. This time, it was successfully connected.
"Where have you been?" She snapped at the receiver.
"Well, unlike you dear, some of us actually have our own separate lives." Came the reply. She rolled her eyes.
"What is the progress?"
"Ms. Claire has not been to work for the past three days or so. No one has seen her."
"Why? Did she quit? Was she fired? Is she dead?" She asked expectantly.
"I don't know." Came the cold reply. Julie rolled her eyes again and took a sip of the wine in her hand.
"And Brandon?"
"The Big Boss has been coming to work as usual. Though a bit distracted as usual. He left today morning in a rush. Sources say he was really angry."
"That is odd."
"Is that all? I need to go back to work now."
"That is all." Julie said as she rolled her eyes at the phone again and hang up. She gulped down her drink and rushed to her room to freshen up. An hour later, she got out of her apartment and went down to the taxi that was already waiting for her. She had on a long fitting strapless black dress all down to her ankles, let her black hair fall flawlessly on her shoulders, a black compatible purse to her dress, black open-toed sandals and bright red lipstick and dark colored eye-shadow. She looked fabulous. "BESMA Group." She told the taxi driver as soon as she got in to the cab.