Scarlett's POV
"Nathan?" I called out weakly, leaning against the wall for support.
He stopped mid-step and turned to look at me.
"Scarlett?" he hurried over, wrapping an arm around me. "What's wrong? Oh my God, you are burning up!"
"I need your help, please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. The pain was unbearable, and my legs felt like they would give out.
"I need to call a doctor. Come on," he said, leading me into his hotel room.
"I don't need a doctor, Nathan. I need you," I blurted out, throwing my arms around his neck.
"You are not well. I have to call a doctor," he insisted, concern etched on his face.
"Which part don't you get? I want you to make love to me. Please, I'm losing my mind," I said, pressing my lips to his.
In that moment, it felt like I was transpor
