"Or what, Ms. Gray?" He brushes my hair back behind my ear, his fingers brushing my skin as if trying to challenge me.
"...Uh well t-there's no need for that now that you're awake." I try getting up as I avoid eye contact, He grabs me again, this time pulling me down and pinning me against the bed.
"I'm not done talking Ms. Gray." His hand gripped on my wrists. "I want to know…"
I look away, for some reason I am getting nervous. This reminds me of something…uh-han! the nightmare that I had! Yes, it's that. Is it gonna come true-
"Look at me while i'm talking to you." He says getting slightly closer.
"Mr. Hart, I was just saying that hypothetically," I push my head back against the pillow, even though I can't go further back. "Uhh…aren't we getting late?" Saying that I wait for his answer.
Can he at least let go of my wris— WAIT!?
"ARE YOU NAKED?!" I say out loud, looking away immediately.
"Oh? did you just realize-"
"Let go off me!" I grit my teeth, looking at the wall.
"I will but first I want to know, what were you gonna do if I didn't wake up?" He says, unbothered by my reaction.
"Aren't you embarrassed? you punk!" I genuinely ask.
"No, what's there to be embarrassed about? haven't you studied biology? they show everything there and you're acting like you've never seen a naked man befo—"
"NO! I haven't and i'm not interested!"
He tilts his head to the side and makes an expression as if he's thinking something. "…Ms. Gray, are you perhaps a…lesbian?" A seriousness on his face.
"…" I stare at him in disbelief. That's what he's thinking about?
"Your silence can also be considered as an answer." He grins.
"Are you letting me go or should I kick your balls?"
"…" He gets off me, politely.
I get up and stand beside the bed again. Grabbing the pillow on his bed I throw it on his face as hard as I can.
He grabs the pillow after it hit him. "Hehe."
"Shameless pervert," I murmur to myself. "You have no shame you know that?" I say.
"I already heard it when you first said it, oh thanks by the way."
"Tha—?" I stop and sigh.
"By the way, why were you threatening to hit my children?"
"You have children?!" My mouth opens, i'm surprised.
Well I shouldn't be surprised, it would be completely normal if he had kids, he sleeps with god knows how many women. And when did I—
"When did I threaten you?" I ask, this time not in my thoughts.
"You just did, poor babies, they didn't even do anything."
"Huh? I didn't even know you had kids and why would I-"
"I don't but I will someday," He stops and thinks. "Or maybe not," He almost whispers. "But hey, you know how much in demand my babies are? A lot of girls want to have them," He leans back on the headboard, crosssing her arms over his chest with a proud grin on his face. "Especially inside."
I have a doubt that he's talking about something else.
"And in the mouth," He continues, a smirk appearing on his face. "And other places."
I hope he's not talking about what I think he's talking about.
He smirks, more playfully.
He's definitely talking about that.
"Ms. Gray, are you ok?" He asks.
Why is he suddenly asking that? "…Yeah?"
"Then…" His 'concerned' look suddenly disappears, replaced with an evil smirk. "Why are you so red?" He says, teasingly.
I knew it, that's why my cheeks and ears were feeling hot. It's not my fault, this idiot keeps talking about this 'stuff' so casually, he should be getting embarrassed and here I am the one being—
"No answer?" He grabs the blanket wrapping it around his lower body as he gets up. "That means you were thinking about naughty things." He has a teasing smile on his face.
I ignore what he says and turn around to open the door, he abruptly puts his hand on the door closing it as he traps me with both of his arms on the door.
I want to bang my head on the door. "Don't you want to go to the office-"
All of a sudden, I feel his breath hitting my neck. "You got red even when you saw me fully naked back there."
"I didn't!" I quickly say.
Shit, i'm definitely getting redder.
"You didn't what? see me naked or you didn't blush?" His voice is low, he's almost talking in my ear.
"Both." I gulp.
He's so tall, that it feels like a slenderman is standing behind me.
"Sure?" He leans a bit closer. "Or is it that you saw something else-"
"No!" I immediately turn around facing him.
I actually didn't.
"Uh-an? then why are you so red? what are you thinking about?"
"None of your business and don't waste my time, we have to leave to the office otherwise you'll blame me later if you don't get there on time." I say and quickly turn around.
He steps back.
That's weird, usually he doesn't listen.
Whatever. I open the door and before I leave I look back.
He's standing there looking at me, one hand on his mouth as if he's trying not to laugh… but there's an expression on his face, a smirk? no, almost a proud devilish smile…no. He's definitely laughing at me. Pervert!
I walk around the living room for a while before sitting on the couch.
"Why's he taking so long?" I look at the clock hanging on the wall.
After getting impatient I walk to his bedroom again and open the door without thinking. "Mr. Har-"
Of course with my luck he was in his towel, just the towel. I turn around and close my eyes. "Uh…why are you taking so long?"
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I don't like being late-"
"Well, i'm your boss so it wouldn't matter if you're late—of course, if you're with me that is."
"Ok, then don't blame me later." I almost close the door.
"Hmh, can you pass me my shirt?"
Not wanting to argue I walk backwards and look at the bed where his shirt was.
"I am not naked you can turn around." He says.
"You are."
"Oh so you're looking?"
"I know you, you're definitely naked."
"Well not really, i'm just half naked." He says grabbing the shirt from my hand.
"Same thing." I whisper to myself.
I walk to the door but again he stops me. "Belt." He says putting his shirt on.
I angerly turn around facing him and the first thing I see is his face, which was full of marks.
Woah, was he fighting or something with that girl?
He turns around. "What?"
"…" I sigh. "Nothing." I turn the other way again.
When are we gonna leave? and do I have to face him like this every day, ugh.
"Ms. Gray?"
I snap out of my thoughts and look at him.
"…where are you lost?"
"I am not lost…?"
He sighs. "I can see that." He buttons his shirt and grabs the keys after. "Here, start the car."
"Me?" I point at myself.
"Yeah, you." He points at me. "Your're my personal secretary plus manager, you have to do all this."
"You don't have a driver?"
"I do, but I fired him. From now on you're my everything."
"…"
"Driver, cook, assistant, stylist, cleaner-"
"Cleaner?!" I almost yell in disbelief.
"Oh, so you don't have problem with everything else? hm, great."
"What? no! I am not doing all of that."
"I was not even done yet, there's a lot more you need to do— and don't worry your salary will be higher than you imagined."
"It's not about the salary, I don't want this job-"
"We've already talked about that Ms. Gray and don't talk to me informally, i'm your boss be polite hm?"
Why did he suddenly change his tone, he sounds serious now.
For some reason the urge to punch him on the face is getting more and more uncontrollable.
"Let's go." He finally gets fully ready and steps out of the door.
I walk behind him.
Just you wait, when you'll hear my conditions and rules to work here, you'll automatically fire me, then i'll throw those papers at your face, laugh and leave proudly.