Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 700: Nurse’s Unwanted Help

I couldn’t sleep. Not with Natalya so close, her breath slow and even, her face softened in a way I’d never seen before. She’s fallen for me without even realizing it. The thought settled in my chest like a secret I wanted to keep forever.

She had fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, exhaustion finally winning over her stubbornness. The blanket had slipped off her, leaving her legs exposed to the cool hospital air. I used my telekinesis to gently pull the blanket back over her, tucking it around her shoulders. She murmured something in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly, but she didn’t wake.

I let myself rest, but my mind was too wired to sleep deeply.

When I woke, the bed beside me was empty. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Natalya stepped out, wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. The scent of her shampoo—something sweet, like jasmine and vanilla—filled the room before I even saw her.

She paused when she saw me awake, her expression softening. ”You’re up.”

She came to my side, and I caught the faintest hint of her perfume, clean and fresh, like rain on warm skin. She helped me sit up, her hands lingering on my shoulders, her touch hesitant but firm.

”Do you need to go to the bathroom?” she asked, her voice carefully neutral, but I caught the way her fingers twitched, the way she avoided my eyes. She was trying to act normal, but the faint pink in her cheeks gave her away.

I hesitated, then nodded, feeling a strange mix of amusement and embarrassment.

”I’ll go call the nurse,” she said, turning away too quickly.

”Boss, I can manage myself,” I protested.

Natalya whipped her head back toward me, her eyes flashing. ”Stay. Still.” Her voice was sharp, brooking no argument. ”That’s an order.”

She jabbed the call button for the nurse, her finger pressing it harder than necessary, as if she were imagining it was my face.

The nurse who walked in was tall, with the kind of confident posture that made it clear she was used to being noticed. And, well... she did have an impressive figure. I glanced at her—just for a second—but it was enough.

Natalya’s expression darkened like a storm rolling in, her eyes narrowing into slits as she scoffed under her breath. The look she gave me wasn’t just jealousy—it was ownership, raw and unfiltered, like she was daring me to challenge it.

”I just need a wheelchair,” she said to the nurse, her voice so clipped it could’ve cut glass. The nurse, a tall woman with an effortless confidence that seemed to grind against Natalya’s nerves, nodded obediently.

”I’ll bring it in,” the nurse replied, her smile polite but faltering under the weight of Natalya’s glare.

The second the door clicked shut behind the nurse, Natalya whirled on me, her arms crossed over her chest like a barricade. ”Did she look good?” The question was casual, almost bored, but her tone was a blade—sharp, deliberate, and dripping with something dangerous.

I blinked, widening my eyes in feigned innocence. ”What looks good, Boss?”

Natalya’s fingers twitched at her sides. Then, before I could react, she pinched my arm—hard. The sting shot through me, but I didn’t flinch. Not really. I just let her see it, letting my face twist into an exaggerated wince. ”Boss... it hurts.”

Her hand jerked back like she’d been burned, her breath hitching. ”Oh— sorry, I—” She reached out instinctively, her fingers hovering over the spot she’d pinched, her expression flickering between concern and frustration. ”I didn’t mean to—”

The door swung open again, and the nurse returned with the wheelchair, her professional smile wavering under Natalya’s death stare. ”Is there anything—?” she started, her voice tentative.

Natalya didn’t even look at her. ”No. You can go.”

The nurse hesitated, her gaze flicking between us, clearly sensing the tension thick enough to choke on. ”Alright. If you need anything else, just—”

”We won’t,” Natalya cut her off, her voice final.

The nurse didn’t argue. She left quickly, the door shutting behind her with a quiet click.

I looked up at Natalya, my expression a mix of amusement and feigned embarrassment. ”Boss, why’d you chase her off? I thought you wanted her to help me.”

Natalya’s eyes flashed, her jaw setting stubbornly. ”I said I’d take care of you myself.”

I shook my head, pretending to be flustered. ”No, no, Boss... How can that be? You’re my boss. How can you take care of a subordinate? It’s not proper—”

Natalya arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk that was equal parts teasing and commanding. ”Hm. Are you the boss... or me?” She leaned in just enough that I could feel the warmth of her breath, her voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone that sent a jolt through me. ”Just listen to me, Viper.”

I sighed dramatically, putting on my best conflicted expression. ”But, Boss—”

She cut me off with a dismissive wave of her hand, her expression shifting into that mock arrogance I knew so well. ”What? Don’t tell me you’re shy.” A scoffing laugh escaped her as she shook her head, her eyes glinting with mischief.

”I, as a woman, am not shy... but you, as a grown man, are?” She clicked her tongue, her gaze raking over me with exaggerated disappointment. ”Pathetic.”

Before I could protest further, she suddenly wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me close. ”Are you going to wet the bed if you don’t go to the toilet?” she asked, her voice laced with faux concern, but her grip was firm, unyielding. ”This is an order, Viper. Are you going to disobey me?”

I opened my mouth to argue—”Boss—”

But she didn’t give me the chance.

In one swift motion, Natalya lifted me up, her arms sliding under mine as she pressed me tightly against her. My body collided with hers, my chest brushing against the softness of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her bathrobe. The contact was brief but electric, and I felt the way her breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a deep, telling pink.

For a second, she froze, her grip faltering just slightly. Then, with a sharp exhale, she lowered me into the wheelchair, her movements a little more hurried than before. ”There,” she muttered, her voice suddenly rougher, her fingers lingering on my shoulders for just a second too long.