"DID YOU HAVE ANY RULES WHEN WORKING WITH YOUR PREVIOUS EMPLOYERS?"
Mr Hayashi held a tobacco cigar to his plump lips, puffing out a whiff of air. I scrunched up my nose. Many of my previous owners were cigar smokers, but I still never got used to the smell.
I also took notice of how he used the word 'employers' instead of owners. It reminded me that I was being thrown around like a doll. His words made me feel warm, I always hated to word 'owner' but got used to it.
Mr Hayashi sat cross-legged on his plush red couch, that situated in the centre of the large room. I tried my hardest not to cower. This room was fucking huge. He loosened his tie, not breaking eye contact as I stood in front of him.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. There's no way someone could look that perfect. A few strands had escaped the gel and rested over his forehead. He raised an eyebrow, making me blink.
Did he ask me something? Oh right, rules. I nodded. A smirk tugged on his lips. Shit, he noticed I was practically drooling over him.
A soft hum rumbled from his throat. "I will give you some rules of my own, they will probably be fairly different. I'll give you some time to get used to them, of course." He continued. "Rule one, address me respectfully at all times. Rule two, always look at me when I talk to you. Rule three, do not poke your nose into my personal busi-,"
"SPIDER!"
I screamed out, instantly thrashing my feet around when I saw it was right beside my feet. I continually screamed as it crawled toward me. Backing up clumsily, I didn't notice the lump of carpet that had come up. Closing my eyes harshly, I pushed my hands into fists, before feeling myself land on something soft.
Oh thank god, I landed on the sofa. Phew, I probably would've broken my neck if it was the floor. Wait, why is the sofa so lumpy?
Wait, why is there something poking me from behind?
An annoyed click of the tongue made me widen my eyes. I slowly cranked up my neck as my heart raced. Oh no.
Mr Hayashi glared down at me, his cigar loosely hanging from his lips as his large hands grip my hips. His slicked hair glistened underneath the light. Then, the thing on my ass, that's Mr Hayashi's-!
As if daring me to say something about it, his eyes narrowed. I tried to move myself up, making my lower half grind against his. He gripped my hips harder at my movements, groaning out. I felt his...thing go harder which made me even more nervous. Jesus, he's big.
We've got a bigger issue at hand. God that spider was hug- WHERE IS IT?!
Finally, I managed to clumsily get off his lap and an icy tone laced his voice, "Don't touch me." I darted my eyes around, trying to find the ugly, hairy and brown spider that had disappeared. A small middle-aged woman knocked and enters the room, a gentle smile on her face.
"I heard some yelling, is anything the problem, sir?" Kambe's eyes seem to soften at the lady, "There is a large spider in this room. Could you please take care of it?"
The lady bowed, "Of course."
Mr Hayashi stood up, putting out his cigar. I straightened up under his intimidating gaze. His hand goes up and his index finger curled into the "Come here" motion.
I put my head down as I followed the man out the door, not before giving a thankful and sorry smile to the old lady. She had a black dress on with a white apron, I'm guessing she's also a maid here.
I followed Mr Hayashi up the stairs, trying to stop myself from admiring his back. This dude is literally perfect, how? I could just about make out the shape of his muscles as he walks up. Each step he takes makes one side more tensed than the other.
You're drooling, Mizuki.
I snapped out of my trance, unconsciously moving my hand up to my chin. He's your boss! Stop! Walking down the long hallway, I purposely kept my head down so I wouldn't stare at his back again. He suddenly stopped in front of a cream coloured door.
Mr Hayashi turned to look at me. His hand rested on top of the door. "You are not allowed into this room." His words were harsh, making me nod hastily. I quickly darted my eyes down again, knowing I would start drooling over him again if I stayed looking at him.
We walked on slightly more before standing in front of a black door. He opened it and I quickly followed after.
"This is my office."
Everything in the room was monotone. Black shelves, grey sofa, white carpet. A wide desk stood in the middle intimidatingly, with scattered paperwork and a monitor on top of it. He gestured me over to the small sofa that was on the side of the room. Once again, he sat down and crossed his legs. Damn, those thighs though.
"As I was saying, rule three, don't poke your nose into my stuff. Rule four, the most important one, don't enter my room." He increased his volume at the last rule, showing how important it was. Noticing my look, he nodded, "The one I showed you just now."
"Okay. Is there anything else?"
He looked up, a pondering look on his face. "Oh, and another rule. You have to do," he paused, as a smile grew on his face, making me slightly scared, "everything, I, say."
God, is this guy sadistic or something? "Everything?"
Raising his eyebrow as if surprised I dared to question him, Kambe nodded, his arms sprawling out the sides of the couch. He raked his orbs around up and down my body, making me shiver. I was still wearing the annoyingly tight and short maid dress given by Yato.
"Now darling, how about you get on your knees?"