Falling in Love With the Secretary
Shana, Where Am I?

Deen looks at Shana's hand that pulls her collar and she still feels anxious while keeping her scratched body from falling.

"Sir, I actually have a lot of money. I just received the legacy of my dead parents. I'm actually not happy to accept it. But, since I'm the only heir, they gave it to me."

Perhaps it was the effect of being drunk so that Shana was able to tell things that included privacy to others. He also had to tiptoe to see Deen because the man was very tall.

"There's a legacy...?"

"Yes. Perhaps for the father of inheritance from ordinary people there are very few. But to me, this commoner, that legacy means a lot to me because it gave me the courage to resign from my father's company."

Shana further tightened her grip making Deen feel choked by the collar of her shirt.

"Eeeh...."

"Sir, try to be honest. You don't know my name, do you...?"

Deen was shocked by his secretary's actions. It was very different when he was normal. If drunk like that, everything turns one hundred and eighty degrees. The grub is all out.

Shana becomes a talkative, open person and can do presumptuous actions such as pulling the collar of her boss's shirt. It's beyond a doubt. It's worth Nicholas saying if you want to make people tell the truth, just take him for a drink.

And proved. Now his secretary was drunk and blabbering like they were so close. Even the personal information Sahan told me.

Basic alcohol trouble maker. Why did he drink so drunk. If it's still a little bit okay. Shana is still not finished with her chatter. He was still continuing his uneasiness which made Deen even more astonished again.

"I think you're arrogant, sir. Always calling Miss Sena on, never calling my name properly. Though I've worked five years with my father" said Shana with her drunken style while staring dislike towards Deen.

"Shana's. That's your name and I already know it. Sorry if I thought I was arrogant."

Even though Deen has taken Shana's body, but the woman still can't keep quiet. Sometimes the origin moves to the left and sometimes to the right as well.

"Mhmm...!!! From now on you should call me Shana. Can't get me wrong again" Shana said in a stern tone even though she was drunk while clenching her index finger to warn Deen.

"Well" Deen replied briefly and attempted to take her phone from inside her pocket. She plans to make a taxi-hunting call to take Shana to her apartment.

But Deen thought again. If he let Shana go home drunk as she is today, he was sure that she would not be safe getting to where she lives.

"Shana, where's your home address...?"

"You're bad Mr. Deen" Shana said, occasionally banging Deen's body.

"Where's your house...?"

"Don't know. I don't have a house and I don't"

"Switch..hup..."

Shana held her mouth shut because she felt her stomach was very turbulent like something was wanting to come out.

Uuweeekk...!!!

Shana immediately crouched down and tried to vomit her entrails asking to be removed.

"Are you okay, sir...?" deen asked as he patted Shana's back gently.

Uuweekk...!!!

"It looks like I should book the nearest hotel here for where she's resting" Deen's inner.

But his mind raged back. Because he once read the news if there was a woman who died of choking vomit when the man was drunk because he was left alone.

"Ahh, then..."

Next morning...

"Huufff...!!!"

There was the sound of the breath of a woman who just woke up holding her head because it felt dizzy. The woman slowly opened her eyelids and began to see the reflection of the morning sunlight from the window of the room.

"Aarrath...!!! My head is so dizzy" Shana muttered as she massaged her forehead.

"What time is it, yeah. I have to get ready to go to work" continued Shana while trying to sit and rub his eyelids.

"Yeah...!!! This is where...?"

And accidentally Shana nudged a picture frame placed on the bed next to the bed that used Shana to sleep.

"What's this...? How come all the furniture and forniture in this room is dominated by all black and gray and very neat too."

"Is this a hotel...? Well, I'm drunk to the point of not being able to call a taxi. You're very smart too Mr. Deen. You can let a woman drink until she is drunk. But, why do I drink that much, yes" muttered Shana while taking a photo frame that fell on the nightstand.

"Eeeh...!!! It's..."

"It's not Mr. Deen...?"

For a moment Shana was silent and her brain could not stop thinking. He's trying to remember what happened last night.

"Geez, don't tell me this is Mr. Deen's house"

"Aduu...!!! I have to how is this...?" said Shana who suddenly felt panic mixed with anxiety attacked him.

He looked back and looked around the room. But he was again startled by the sound of someone taking a bath. The sound of water was clearly heard in his ears. He wanted to escape from inside the kamaar. But he himself did not know how and what his boss lived like.

Not long after, Shana heard the sound of water stopping. It indicates that someone will come out of the bathroom whose door is facing towards Shana.

He went back into the bedcover and pretended to sleep.

"Well, go back and pretend to sleep. Next want to say, I will think about it in the bedcover" muttered Shana who tried to keep her eyes closed.

Shana listened to the footsteps that were getting closer to her. And he could not hold back his eyes which he had forced to shut. He could no longer resist his pretense of returning to sleep.

And to end his curiosity as well, whether or not the room he occupied was his boss's room. Finally he opened his eyelids and lowered the little bedcover that covered his head. And when he saw who was in front of him it made him almost scream.

Yes, Shana sees Deen coming out of the bathroom with a bare chest and a towel wrapped around her waist featuring her burly body with the remaining water dots still stuck there.

What Shana had wanted to shout, instead turned to admire the body of the man who was standing not far from the bed where she was sleeping.

"Yup...!!! Why am I reflexively opening my eyes anyway" Shana muttered while covering her face.

"Wake up...?" asked Deen who saw Shana grumpy under the bedcover there.

"Ohh, die me" inwardly Shana.

Slowly Shana tried to sit back down. But he did not dare to look at Deen. He lowered his head looking at the floor of the room.

"Sorry, sir. Sorry to bother you. Now I also want to go home to get ready for the office."

Deen instead of responding to what Shana said just now, she asked back.

"What about your stomach...? You see, last night you were vomiting" Deen asked as he walked over to make sure Shana was okay.

"It's okay. My stomach is fine, sir."

Shana averted her eyes as she could not bear to see Deen standing that close before her with her upper body wearing nothing.

"It looks like you're still not better. Shall I get you some medicine...?" deen is getting closer.

Shana instantly covered her face with both palms.

"Eeeh, sir. Can you put on a shirt first, sir...?"

Shana spontaneously screams to make Deen realize that she had finished bathing directly walking towards her bed where her secretary was sleeping. Deen also saw his body that was only wrapped in a towel, it only covered his lower body.

"Aah, Sorry. I wear clothes first" said Deen hurriedly left Shana who was still covering her face.

Only after Deen disappeared from before her did Shana open her eyes.

"Huh, what was that just now...? Maddened. I could have seen my own boss casually come up to me without clothes on. And my eyes are also no longer virgin because they see his innocent body that just wrapped around a towel doang.

"Aarghghh...!!!"