Nathan helped Tiffany carry in the rest of her luggage. He brought it upstairs and put it all in the empty room next to his own. While he was doing that, she made herself at home, helping herself to a coke bottle. And when Nathan finished, she went up to her room to unpack. Once that was done, she came back down and went into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee.
Crystal was watching TV in the living room. She kept her eyes on the screen, but she watched Tiffany from the corner of her eye and kept track of what the woman ate and drank. After a few minutes, Tiffany came out of the kitchen. She cleared her throat to get Crystal's attention and said, "I heard that, Professor. Davis likes coffee. I made a cup of Blue Bottle for him. I hope he'll like it."
Crystal sighed and changed the channel. She turned to face Tiffany and said, "He likes iced coffee."
Tiffany smiled and said, "Yup. I know that. And he takes it black. He also likes to wear Italian handmade black shirts, he likes to wear Patek Philippe watches. Don't worry. I've investigated all his hobbies. I've got my bases covered."
Crystal was startled by Tiffany's full understanding of Nathan, and she could not think of anything to say.
"I also know that his birthday is on the 7th, next month," Tiffany added. If not for the fact that Crystal had personally signed the marriage agreement, she wouldn't have believed that Nathan was her husband. With Tiffany's uncanny knowledge of his likes and dislikes, she seemed much better suited to be his wife. Crystal watched as Tiffany walked to the study, knocked at the mostly closed door, and pushed it open. Once she was inside, she closed the door behind her.
Inside the study, Nathan was concentrating on his computer. He had his back to the French windows, and he did not look up. Tiffany knew that he was focused on his work and that he didn't like to be disturbed, so she moved as quickly and quietly as possible.
Gently, she put the cup of coffee on the table and whispered, "Professor Davis, I made you a cup of iced coffee. If it does not suit your preference, I can make you another cup."
Nathan glanced at the coffee and quickly turned back to the computer screen, and his silence made Tiffany uncomfortable. He didn't even thank me! - she thought indignantly. She didn't know whether to retreat or stay, and she ended up standing there for almost five minutes. In the end, Nathan could no longer bear her presence. In a low voice, he said, "Miss Ford, your perfume is making me sick to my stomach."
Tiffany was shocked by what Nathan had said. After the way he'd helped her Father, she had expected him to be more respectful of her. And more welcoming. Furthermore, she had deliberately chosen the most seductive perfume she had. It was called "Opium" and was also known as "Liquid Diamond. A lot of female celebrities liked to use this expensive perfume. Unfortunately, Nathan thought her well-chosen perfume smelled like shit. "I didn't know that you don't like perfume," she said. "While I am here, I won't wear any. I understand why you think the body's natural fragrance is the best perfume." As she spoke, she pulled her collar down, revealing her deep cleavage.
When Nathan heard the words body's natural fragrance, his hands paused on the keyboard. The words made her think of Crystal's girlish fragrance, which was sweet as oranges, and he began to feel aroused.
Tiffany was disappointed when Nathan
didn't seem to notice her breasts, and she worried that she might be pushing him too hard. After all, she wanted to use her sexuality to reel him in. She did not want to push him away. With this in mind, she bent down and looked at Nathan. "I'm not going to bother you anymore," she cooed. "I'll be in the living room. Call me if you need anything." She laughed. "While I'm here, I'll be your Huckleberry."
Nathan did not answer. He didn't even blink. Thus, Tiffany could only twist her slender waist and walked away. Before she reached the door, though, Nathan called out to her: "Wait!"
His voice activated all the cells in Tiffany's body, and she felt her sex begin to heat up and dampen. She had always believed that no man could resist her charm. She turned around expectantly. Nathan looked to the sofa and said, "Sit over there."
With great anticipation, Tiffany walked over to the sofa. She sat down as she had been told and undid the top three buttons of her blouse.
In the living room, Crystal was channel surfing and shifting positions restlessly. She wasn't concerned about what was on the television. All she could think about was what was going on in the study. Tiffany had been in there for fifteen minutes, and she still hadn't come out.
Another five minutes passed, and then ten more, and Tiffany still hadn't come out. Finally, Crystal couldn't stand it anymore. She threw the remote control down on the coffee table and tiptoed upstairs.
Crystal felt like a thief in the night as she pressed her ear against Nathan's office door. Unfortunately, Nathan's office had been soundproofed, and all she could hear was muffled noises, which could have been anything, or nothing at all.
On the other side of the door, Tiffany was still sitting on the sofa, twiddling her thumbs. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that nearly forty-five minutes had passed since she'd brought Nathan his coffee. Her eyes found Nathan for what seemed the millionth time. He hadn't said a word to her since he ordered her to sit there, nor had he even glanced in her direction. - I need to get his attention- she told herself.
Tiffany bent down, grasped her ankle, and let out an exaggerated moan. Nathan looked up, and she said, "Professor Davis, my foot has cramped up."
Before he could reply, they heard a cell phone ringing in the hallway. They both turned in the direction of the hall, and Nathan said, "You can leave now. There is an ice pack in the freezer.. You can use that on your ankle."