Charm Naughty Teaser
Red Lipstick

Caca had finished picking up the messy stationery, putting it back on the table. Just as Caca was about to take out the trash, Caca was stunned. There are a lot of old wipes in the trash. It contains traces of the relationship they have done.

Shortly Azhar comes with Rima who just returned from the HRD room. Today Rima last worked.

"It's cleaned?" ask Azhar.

"Already, sir." replied Caca.

"Goody! Thank you, yes!" Azhar.

"Rima, please go to the production department and ask them to correct the report according to the graffiti I have made!" Azhar retrieved the documents she had checked.

"Follow everything I've corrected! You alone, there's a task I'm going to give Caca!" Azhar gave the document to Rima.

"Okay, sir." replied Rima.

Azhar waited for Rima to leave the room and closed the door. There's a secret thing Azhar will tell Caca.

"Caca, you have to memorize some people I don't like in this company. Enough of you know, Rima doesn't need to know." said Azhar as she walked closer to Caca.

"Good, sir."

"In this company a lot of sycophants want my attention. Your job is to get them to abandon their intentions. Try how you make it harder for them to meet me."

"May I know who it is, sir?" caca asked as she lifted her notebook.

"Don't you take notes, but you memorize!" ban Azhar.

Caca put his notebook back. "Good, sir."

"OKAY. First, the head of production Mr. Irwan. He was tall with a plontos head. I'll ask you to meet him like Rima. If he comes to provide documents, just keep and give me later. Don't let him face me directly. Understood?"

Caca nodded obediently. "Good, sir."

"The second is the store manager, Ms. Sari who is none other than Mr. Irwan's wife. They are one fortress. The latter is not a sycophant, but rather my own Mommy. Try when he comes, you send me a message and follow the instructions I give. Youunderstand?"

Caca lifted his face and looked at Azhar. Caca was fascinated by the good looks Azhar had. His hair was black, his nose pointed with lashes that were rarely owned by the people of Adam.

"Understand me, sir."

Then Caca's eyes caught something. Caca walked towards Azhar's desk and picked up a piece of tissue. He poured water from Azhar's glass and walked over to his boss.

Caca bravely approached himself and tiptoed to reach Azhar. "There's lipstick on my collar."

Caca cleaned the lipstick on Azhar's collar without permission first. Their distance is very close. Caca could even hear Azhar's heartbeat hammering with her firmness.

Azhar just froze in silence, she could see her beautiful secretary up close. Her sharp nose, pliable eyelashes and beautiful brown beads. Azhar can even smell the vanilla-flavored perfume that Caca wears.

Azhar let Caca, for some reason she likes their closeness this time. Caca has a charm that makes people who are new to him tempted.

Caca raised his face, they looked at each other with Caca's hands still cleaning Azhar's collar. "Do you want me to help wash in the washbasin, sir? You can take off the shirt."

Azhar kept staring at her new secretary. This secretary was somewhat different from Rima or her other secretaries.

Fortunately, Azhar's consciousness soon returned. He did not want to get too close to the new Caca.

"Ehem." Azhar took a step back while clearing her throat to control herself. "no need. I have a change of clothes. I'll just put on my change of clothes. Thank you for your attention."

Azhar's attitude turned awkward.

Caca hung his hand in the air. He was embarrassed by the aggressive attitude he showed on the first day of work.

"Sorry, Sir. I don't mean to be disrespectful. I just don't want any other employee to see lipstick stains on your shirt. I'm so sorry for what I did, sir. Please don't fire me, sir." beg Caca. Subjugated his head, not daring to look at Azhar again.

Hearing Caca's innocence and fear of being fired, Azhar was powerless to laugh. "Sir? I will not fire you. Just chill. I know your intentions are good. I just want to thank you. My other employees will definitely talk about me in the back, instead of reprimanding me like you did."

Caca lifted his head hearing Azhar's words. "Really, Sir? Thank you, Sir. I will learn so much not to embarrass you and make you proud of me!" caca said enthusiastically.

Azhar smiled again, apparently her secretary this time was quite pleasant. "Sure! You must show your prowess to me. Try repeating again who should you avoid to meet me?"

Caca mentioned everything fluently and memorized it out of his head.

"Fuckin' thick! Smart you! I'll praise the HRD who accepted you to work for me!" puji Azhar's.

Caca also gave her most beautiful smile. Intentionally make Azhar stunned like the students who always pursue her love during college.

"OKAY. I think you understand. You can go back to your room!" azhar's orders began to misbehave because her heart could not calm down to see Caca's beautiful smile.

"Sorry, Sir. The shirt wants me to wash it all?" haggard Caca, the braver it is.

"No need! Let my wife wash it later at home!" azhar replied as if to boast of his wife in front of Caca.

"Good, Sir. Excuse me!" Caca left the room with a bit of disappointment.

"Patience, Ca. Be patient! Be an actor who plays smooth, don't be too obvious!" caca said to himself.

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The next day Caca came to the office in a different outfit. The skirt worn is tight and shorter than before.

The shirt he wore was deliberately choosing the maroon red color. Same with the lipstick I wear. There is no Rima, he will be free to launch a tempting action boss, Azhar.

Caca greeted Azhar's arrival with his best smile. "After, Sir!"

"Mfa.gi, Ca. So happy for your performance today!" puji Azhar's.

Caca followed Azhar into the room. Azhar put her bag on the table and turned and was shocked when Caca got so close to her.

Caca opened Azhar's coat while smiling seductively. "Let me help you open your coat?" caca said in a soft voice. "Sorry, Sir. I'm just doing my job."

Azhar complies with Caca's wishes. Azhar really can't resist Caca. His secretary was too aggressive and too affectionate to refuse.

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