Chapter 3: A Perfect Match

"The poison's already spread through your vital organs. If it isn't cured soon, your life is at risk!" Carlos said earnestly. Nala nodded.  If any other man had said this, she wouldn't have believed him, even if it meant dying from the illness.  But coming from Carlos, she trusted him. She took a deep breath and lay down on the bed, closing her eyes in embarrassment.  She unbuttoned her blazer and slipped off her white camisole.  Her slender arms crossed over her chest, pressing her full breasts together under her pink bra.  She bit her lower lip, and her face turned bright red with embarrassment.  Gritting her teeth, she took off her gray mini-skirt, revealing her long legs in shiny black pantyhose, with her pink panties showing underneath. Nala swallowed hard, her face burning with embarrassment.  With her eyes still closed, she asked timidly, "Should I take off the pantyhose too?" Carlos swallowed hard, too. "Yeah, take them off." Nala lifted her legs and slipped off the pantyhose, one leg at a time.  Her heart raced, her chest heaving as she grew more and more nervous.  After all, it was the first time she had ever exposed herself so completely to a man.  But what comforted her was knowing Carlos wasn't thinking anything dirty. He was just focused on curing her. Nala peeked her eyes open, only to find Carlos staring right at her. She closed her eyes again, thinking, "Whatever, let him look." Carlos took a deep breath to calm himself.  With a gorgeous woman lying in front of him, if he didn't feel anything, he'd have to be a saint. Carlos reached out with two fingers and gently tapped Nala's flat stomach, sensing where her illness was. The gentle touch of his fingertips sent shivers down Nala's spine, causing bumps to erupt all over, making her shiver and rub her legs together. Carlos frowned as he found where Nala was sick.  He said, "Nala, you've got Frost Poison! The cold has infiltrated your body, causing a chill in your uterus and resulting in intermittent pain. Let me help you get rid of it!" Carlos pressed his hand to Nala's stomach, sending a surge of heat into her body. Nala's whole body jolted, and she cried out in pain. The heat was almost too much to handle, but it also felt incredibly good. The next thing she knew, wisps of icy white vapor started coming out of her stomach and even her head. It had to be the Frost Poison leaving her body. As the poison left her, a warm rush spread through Nala's whole body.  She cried out, drenched in sweat, her face bright red.  She looked at Carlos, breathing hard. "Carlos, thank you... I feel amazing!" As soon as she said it, Nala realized how awkward it sounded.  Her face went even redder, so she quickly changed the subject.  "How did I end up with this Frost Poison? Who would do something so awful to me?" Carlos's face darkened.  "It had to be Jaclyn. I remember her saying her family's alchemist could make a poison that's colorless and tasteless, but makes you feel cold inside, eventually it wrecks your organs and kills you!" Nala frowned, thinking for a few seconds, then her eyes lit up.  "A year ago, Jaclyn dragged me to some class reunion. She gave me a drink, and as soon as I got home, my stomach started hurting. Now that I think about it, she poisoned me! Jaclyn is the worst!" Carlos nodded, his eyes even colder. "I'm going to make Jaclyn pay!" Just then, Nala caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror by the bed and froze.  Her once dull, sallow face was now glowing and fresh. She looked even prettier than before. "Carlos, why does my face look so different?" Nala asked, amazed. Carlos shrugged. "Now that the Frost Poison is gone, your skin just went back to normal. Plus, I used a few secret tricks to make your features pop a little more." "Carlos! You're amazing!" Nala sat up and hugged Carlos tight, pressing her chest right into his face.  It was so soft and warm, Carlos felt a little lightheaded. Pop!  In all the excitement, Nala's bra strap snapped in the back.  If Carlos's face hadn't been there, her bra would have fallen right off. "Oh no!"  Suddenly realizing how exposed she was, Nala grabbed the blanket and dove under it, hiding her face. She couldn't even look at Carlos. "Don't worry, Nala, I didn't see a thing," Carlos said with a straight face. "Why?" Nala peeked out from under the blanket, and when she saw her bra hanging off Carlos's face, she blushed even harder. "Hey, life's unpredictable," Carlos said, heading to the bathroom with Nala's bra still on his face. "Hey! Give me back my bra!" Nala called after him, embarrassed. "This lavender perfume smells pretty good," Carlos said with a smirk, tossing the bra back to Nala. "You jerk! Who said you could smell it?" Nala pouted, but secretly remembered that Carlos liked lavender. ... The next morning at the Jaunce Grand Hotel, it was the big wedding day for Jaunce's famous actress, Jaclyn Johanson, and Emilio Mason, the Mason family's heir.  The prominent figures of Jaunce were all present. In the bridal suite, Jaclyn was already in her white wedding dress.  With her curves, tiny waist, and long legs, she checked herself out in the mirror, totally satisfied with her flawless looks.  "With a face like this, I have to marry a real hero." Behind her, Emilio fixed his bow tie and grinned, "What do you know, I'm exactly that hero!" Jaclyn rolled her eyes. She wasn't delighted with Emilio. She just saw him as a stepping stone, just as she had once with Carlos. Emilio patted Jaclyn on the shoulder.  "Babe, today's our big day, and also the day of Carlos' death. I heard the old Carroll house is haunted lately, maybe it's his ghost. How about we kick off our honeymoon there and let his ghost watch us have sex? That'd be wild!" Jaclyn just laughed.  Emilio was famous around Jaunce for premature ejaculation. Carlos was better than him. Emilio, hands behind his back, looked at himself in the mirror and grinned.  "Carlos was such an idiot. Two years with you and he never slept with you." Jaclyn nodded. "I'm not that easy. Only my husband gets to touch me. I never even kissed Carlos." In reality, she'd bought hundreds of sets of lingerie, modeling them for Carlos.  They tried every position, and she loved every minute of it.   If the Carroll family hadn't pissed off some big shot and gotten taken down, she never would have let Carlos go. Emilio nodded in satisfaction. "Jaclyn, your purity is what I love most!" Jaclyn clung to Emilio's arm. "Emilio, you're a real man, and I like that!" "Haha!" "We're a perfect match!" "Perfect indeed!" The two declared their love. Suddenly, Jaclyn remembered something. "Hey, Emilio, I heard Hogan got killed last night. They still haven't found who did it?"