Just A Warning

"What about it?" I asked with a frown.

"It's unique," he simply said.

"Unique? You like it?" I raised a brow as I patiently waited for him to speak.

He moved closer and there was no space left.

"What if I say it's not bad?" He asked with a smug look.

I scoffed and pouted, turning my face away. "I don't care."

He nodded his head. "But I won't say that. It was actually perfect, and it looked good on you."

I kept looking at the wall in an attempt to avoid him noticing the shy look on my face.

Silent followed, making the air a bit uncomfortable, especially in my position. I felt the cold tip of his fingers beneath my jaw as he turned my gaze towards him.

Our eyes locked, and I was a bit surprised by the look in his eyes. I couldn't comprehend it, but I stood frozen on my spot, and he slowly leaned down. I felt his breath on my skin before his lips traced down my neck.

The air on my neck stood as I gulped down the lump in my throat. It was both scary and satisfying at the same time. I just felt the need for him to continue and stop. I was indecisive at that moment and I contemplated what to do but had no choice but to breathe in.

Furthermore, I gasped and placed my hands against his chest when he nibbled on my skin softly. His hand came around my waist while the other pushed the hair away from my face.

I panicked when he didn't seem like he was going to stop any moment soon. In fear, I pushed him away again. Yet, he remained unmoving.

"Stop!!" I exclaimed as I successfully pushed him away while I gasped for air desperately.

He seemed stupefied by my actions, but his face changed to the look of worry when he saw how breathless I was.

"Did you forget the agreement? No invasion of one's personal space, and definitely no intimate moment."

He frowned at me. "I don't remember that last part."

"But at least you still remember the first part and that means you're crossing the line, and you know what happens when you cross the line," I said, my brows raised in a challenging way.

"What happens?" He seemed interested.

"You get punished," I said with all confidence.

"That sounds interesting, though I'd prefer you cook today."

"Why?" I became curious.

"Because I want you to make something for us. So…?" He drawled.

I went into deep thoughts as I tried to figure out my answer. I was silent for a while, but after, I opened my mouth to decline, nevertheless said the opposite of what I planned.

"That's great! I'll be waiting for you," he said and walked away.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly as I could barely believe what just happened. I watched as he walked away with grace. This man was something. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I made a step towards my room but stopped and contemplated for a while as I thought about staying to make lunch or going to my room to relax and wait for the maid to do it herself.

Finally, I decided to make lunch quickly and set them on the dining table before rushing to my room to change my clothes. I picked a random cloth and went down rushing. I just wanted to be there before him, and I was glad that he wasn't there.

I waited patiently, and he finally appeared as he walked gracefully towards me, and he finally pulled a chair in front of me. He scanned the table for a while with an unreadable expression that was rather discouraging.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, catching me off guard.

"Yes. I am," I answered honestly.

"Why don't you eat now before you die in my care," he said, but I wasn't upset for once, but I was a bit skeptical about his weird behavior.

He picked up the spoon and spooned the food. I waited in anticipation while he ate it. Once he was done, I quickly asked to know how it tasted.

"How was it?" I asked, and his expressionless face made it hard to read him.

"It's good." He said shortly, making me frown at him.

"Just good?" I asked in disappointment.

He nodded slowly as he kept on eating without care.

"You could say something other than those two words."

"Really? What else was I supposed to say?"

"Maybe that the food is great or even perfect. You know leaving a good comment would sometimes encourage me to do more, but right now, you just sounded ungrateful, and it's discouraging."

I could tell by his expression that he was trying hard not to yawn. It annoyed me even further because it seemed like I bore him.

"I guess I should retire to my room." I announced and walked out before he could say a word.

I spent a few hours in my room as I sulked alone. He could be really annoying most times and I should probably get used to it because three months were no joke.

A knock came shortly. "Ma'am, the boss would like to see you for dinner."

I hissed angrily. "Noted," I said in anger. My voice was rather harsh, but I couldn't care less.

I walked downstairs to meet him, but I could see the variety of food on the table.

"Is there a special occasion?" I asked subconsciously as my eyes were stuck on the food in front of me.

"Well I guess, have a seat." He gestured and I immediately sat down.

"You know what else would go well?" He asked but stood up before I could answer.

He walked away and came back shortly with something behind him.

"Let's go to the living room," he said and guided me there. Upon reaching there, he sat beside me and finally brought his hands forward with a bottle of drink.

"This is an alcoholic drink, just at least one, so that's just a warning."

He poured into my glass cup and I slowly sipped from it while we sat in silence.

"So…" He started. "I'm really curious about when you'll provide me those documents." He finished. My eyes widened because I completely forgot about it, and the look on his face told me he was aware.