The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (books to read now .txt) 📖

                Amberleigh had only done this nurse shit during roleplay, therefore she had no fuckin’ clue what she was actually supposed to do during a legit emergency. Somehow, she didn’t think her roleplay training would come in handy in this current situation, as sucking the poison out would just be a sexual assault and frowned upon. So instead, she put her big girl panties on, and tried to turn Grayson over onto his back.

He was heavy, shit. But somehow she managed it. At least she could see he was breathing, that was a good sign. He also had a nice size knot forming on his forehead. She should probably like call an ambulance or something, as he could have like a brain injury or something. And people didn’t usually just faint for no reason. Though most of the folks she knew fainted for two reasons, too much alcohol, or too much drugs.

She gave him a little shake to try and rouse him, but he was fuckin’ out. Like this, Grayson didn’t look like such a heartless dick, but so vulnerable even. It was almost a turn on really, well except for the fact he looked as pale as a crack whore on the streets during a Minnesota winter, and the whole unconscious thing. Though some sickos were turned on by that, she had her limits and standards.

So she did what anyone would do in her situation, (no, not kiss him without his consent to magically bring him to,) Amberleigh yelled for the butler. The real grown up in this situation. And it wasn’t long before she heard his footfalls rather quickly make it into the kitchen.

It was the first time she’d ever seen the man looking less than prim and proper without so much a speck of lint on his black uniform. Now, Mr. Duvall was wearing a pair of green flannel pajamas, and his salt and pepper hair was standing on end.  His feet were bare, as he hadn’t even stopped long enough to slide them into his bedside slippers. The marble floors got cold around here, just as cold as the master of the penthouse himself.

There was no mistaking the concern on the butler’s face. He was probably thinking about job security, as he saw his master sprawled on the kitchen floor, with a knot the size of Texas erupting on his forehead, and way too still. Especially for someone always on the move, working fourteen hours days, then hitting the gym afterwards, only cramming in a few hours of sleep in between. Perhaps that was now coming back to bite Grayson in the ass. Or was something else at play here? Was Grayson sick sick, like beyond a mental illness or something?

 Amberleigh got to her feet to give the butler some space as he kneeled down on the floor next to his employer.

“What happened Miss Dubois?”

“He just fainted. His face grew pale and down he went. Should I call an ambulance?”

The butler checked Grayson’s pulse like a true professional would, before he gave the younger man’s shoulders a firm shake.

“Mr. Godwin, open your eyes sir,” he commanded.

Damn, this man was so used to giving orders, he was just going to command someone to regain consciousness. He spared a glance back at Amberleigh.

“An ambulance won’t be necessary Miss Dubois. I’ll put a call out to Mr. Godwin’s personal physician. But he is already coming around.”

And fuck, the butler had the miracle touch, because Grayson began to squirm a bit, and he let out a groan, before his blue eyes opened to greet the world. He clearly looked disoriented, as his hands went to the knot on his head, and he looked around wide eyed. He tried sit up, but the butler grabbed his shoulders to hold him into place.

“Easy does it sir, you passed out and hit your head. Nice and slow Mr. Godwin,” he instructed.

Amberleigh decided to stop standing there like a useless lump of flesh and grabbed a bag of ice to give the billionaire for his swelling brow. Grayson cursed and groaned a bit more as he took stock of his current situation. Mr. Duvall helped him to sit up, and the pretty boy was still clearly dizzy, trying to get his bearings.

Amberleigh brought her peace offering to the situation as she handed the ice to him. Their eyes linked for a few seconds and she waited for his refusal or anger to come. She wouldn’t put it past him to somehow try and blame this on her. She had gotten him all worked up in a non-fun way. But he just sighed in resignation and took the ice from her. But clearly, saying thank you would kill the man or something. He pressed the ice to his head, and tried to get to his feet.

The butler was quick to jump into action and position himself to assist, but Grayson waved him off. He was a stubborn,prideful young man who’d rather  take another nose dive than admit he needed a bit of help. And it was clear, he was still off balance as he staggered to get up. It was also clear that Amberleigh and the butler didn’t give a fuck about his protests as they both slipped under each of his arms to steady him. At least, Grayson knew this was a battle he would lose and shut the fuck up. He let both of them help him make it back to his room.

Amberleigh would be a dirty liar, if she claimed she didn’t like the way his body felt pressed up against hers. Even if he was heavy as fuck, and the circumstances were less than idea, her left breast was certainly enjoying the contact with his chiseled chest. And better yet, he had a heart after all because she could feel it pounding in his chest.  But all too soon, they made it to his suite, and deposited Grayson on his ginormous bed. She already missed the heat his body was giving off. And all too soon, she knew she would be dismissed. Forced back on the outside once more.

“I’m going to call Dr. Gainey, sir. Have him come by and look in on you,” announced the butler.

But stubborn ass Grayson was already shaking his head. He got himself settled beneath his black, cashmere comforter. Amberleigh didn’t ask his permission as she placed the ice pack she’d smuggled from the kitchen against his forehead. Her fingers skimmed against his bare skin. Perhaps it was just having a freezing cold substance pressed against his skin, that made the billionaire shiver beneath her touch. Or maybe it was something else?