I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Trapped by His Own Game

ISHAAN was 12 years old when she received her first kiss.

Certainly not the kind of passionate kiss, just a quick sweep from a classmate expressing feelings on Valentine's Day. Classically. Ishaan forgot what the girl's name was, all he remembered was short blonde hair and her cheeks were flushed like tomatoes. After the incident, the girl ignored him until Ishaan returned to Jakarta.

Nearly two decades of that memory are buried in Ishaan's memory. There was nothing special about his first kiss. That moment was only the gate of the kiss he left on the women who stopped for a while in his life.

However, Agni offers Ishaan a different experience.

From the way Agni responds to touch, Ishaan can guess the girl is inexperienced. Not something that Ishaan was pushy about, he could guide Agni to follow his rhythm. Just like he did to women who claimed to have never been involved in physical contact.

However, how shocked Ishaan was when Agni grabbed her face as soon as their lips met again. As if I didn't want to waste the opportunity. Ishaan welcomes her; deepening their kiss. Unfortunately, just as Ishaan was about to trace Agni's neck, his phone rang.

Oh, what a potato! The meaning in the heart.

Agni immediately took off a hug, then rushed into the room. While Ishaan reached into his suit pocket while grumbling. Apparently just a reminder. They should immediately meet a client who would already be on the way.

“Master, we have to go now.”

In front of him, Agni returned to being professional. Even his gaze was fixed straight on Ishaan. Justjust wonderful. Ishaan wondered, how could Agni control herself so quickly?

However, Ishaan is being pursued for work. Let her keep that question until they have time alone again.

*

Today's meeting went quite smoothly even though Ishaan almost lost control every time he looked at Agni. This proves two things: one, Agni has a strong appeal behind her simple appearance and innocent attitude. Two, Ishaan belittles Agni's experience which, citing the direct source, has never been dating.

Maybe Agni is like me, just looking for physical pleasure without committing. Ishaan quickly shooed away that stupid assumption. Between being angry at himself and not wanting to imagine Agni doing it with another man.

“Where do we want lunch, Mister?” ask Agni after the second meeting is over. “We have one hour before meeting the third client.”

Ishaan's eyes swept over the cafes and restaurants they passed by. Adjacent to Agni makes it less appetizing to eat large portions of food. “I want cinnamon roll. If you want a regular lunch, we order take away.”

“I'm not too hungry. Pastry no problem.”

So, Ishaan invites her into the bakery at the end of the block. While Agni occupied the table beside the window. Ishaan ordered two large size cinnamon rolls. After paying, Ishaan brought the order to the table that Agni was guarding.

In another universe, when the kiss never happened, Ishaan would have a casual conversation with Agni while enjoying lunch. In reality, they were both busy thinking about something. Perhaps only Ishaan felt, because Agni was busy arranging schedules and notules from previous meetings.

Ishaan tapped his leg. Uneasily. He must take immediate action.

“What's the problem, Mister?” Agni glanced down the table. He must have been disturbed to hear his feet galloping fast. “Master wants to go to the toilet?”

No, I want to pounce on you, her mind. “Late this week you are busy tutoring the same lecturer?”

Agni pensively. “My lecturer wants to umrah. He requested a further guidance schedule of two or three weeks old.”

“Means, your schedule is empty?” The universe is supporting Ishaan.

“Yes, I at most just tidied up the part that yesterday got the revision note.”

For a moment, Agni looked worried, but she finally assented through a nod. “May I know where you want to go?”

In fact, Ishaan has no plans as to where he will go. He was just looking for an excuse to be alone with Agni without being tied to a job. However, it was not difficult for him to determine a place, this was not his first experience traveling in Paris.

“Later I'll tell you. Finish your cinnamon roll first,” Ishaan's orders. “I'm going to the toilet for a minute. Ten minutes we go.”

*

After the third meeting, Ishaan invited Agni to dinner at a Chinese restaurant. Indeed, they have enough food stock until the end of the feed. The problem is, Ishaan is less sure he is able to control himself once he and Agni are back alone in the apartment.

Moreover, their schedule is tight until the day after tomorrow. Ishaan needs to maintain his sanity if he does not want his business to be chaotic before it develops.

“My sister likes hainan rice. He's good at making too,” Ishaan opened the conversation when the waiter started arranging orders. “If you want to try making Chinese food, I will ask him to send a recipe to try.”

Agni's face sparkled hearing that. “What is the brother of Mr a chef?”

“Not. He actually holds the company. Just because she is less interested in business, her husband who takes care of.”

Agni muttered a short oooh. “I think Mr. who became CEO at the company.”

“Indeed there was talk that led there.” Ishaan waits for his last order, duck peking, put the waiter on the table. “At that time, I was still holding a project in Europe. Anyway, I'm not comfortable with the atmosphere in Jakarta. Ribet bureaucracy, lots of pleasantries too.”

“Means, we won't see each other again once this trip ends?”

For some reason, hearing that question from Agni stabbed Ishaan in the heart. Does this mean Agni wants to continue their relationship, whether professional or?

Ishaan. “I must have returned to Indonesia for a while. Wh why? You still want to meet me?”

Perhaps just a lighting effect and the smoke billowing from the food, Ishaan caught a reddish tinge on both Agni cheeks. The girl gave no answer, then chose to distract her by eating hainan rice.

You do's. You do still want to see me, Agni. Ishaan took the chopsticks. Even if our meeting does not continue, I will make sure you continue to remember the rest of our trip in Europe.

*

The clock shows at half-tenpm when Ishaan and Agni arrive at the apartment. Both were too full to open the conversation. Then, as there was still food left, Ishaan asked the waiter to wrap it up. Good for breakfast tomorrow.

Agni checks the kitchen, then the electronic devices to make sure everything is safe. The girl then stepped into the room. His hand was ready to open the door before he looked towards Ishaan.

“Happy rest, Mr.”

Normally, Ishaan let Agni in. However, the suffering he endured all day still needed relief. Before Agni steps into the room, Ishaan approaches her, then holds the girl's hand.

Agni flinched, then looked at Ishaan. “Sorry, Sir need something?”

“Yes, I need you,” said that made Agni startled. Then, Ishaan pulled it, then lowered his head until their noses almost touched. “Tonight, can I ask for more than just a kiss from you?”

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