I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Special Celebration

IShaan's DECISION to rent a car is not just to provide extra comfort and protection for Agni. His achy and painful body also had a chance to rest for a while on the sidelines of meetings. Ishaan shouldn't underestimate his flattened opponent. His attacks were strong enough to leave bruises on his arms and legs.

“What's the tie too tight, Mister?”

Agni, standing in front of Ishaan, was pairing a tie because her arm had not fully recovered. She must have been unconscious grimacing until Agni asked like that. “No, it’s fine. I was just... was thinking about the last meeting today.”

Agni's hand tidied Ishaan's tie, then took the suit for him to pair. “Lost two more meetings are all done. I'm sure Mister can get through it well.”

“Thanks to you also my business trip went smoothly.” Ishaan leaned in to check Agni's hair. There's something different. His nose smelled the strong fragrance of flowers. That means….

“There is wrong?” Agni took a step back as their distance narrowed.

“You shampooed,” murmured Ishaan. “Usually my brother shampooed after his menstrual schedule was completed.” Not from Tanisha. Ishaan knew this habit when he came into contact with Ayanna, but he probably said it in front of Agni.

“Tuan—Master wants to do it.. today?”

Gently, Ishaan cupped Agni's face, then stroked her flushed cheeks. While with Ayanna, Ishaan did not know the word waiting. They take advantage of the opportunity, even if only ten minutes before leaving for work, to satisfy the desire.

Agni is a different case. Even after passing a burning afternoon in Albert's pavilion, Ishaan was willing to wait. Could an incident involving Lea change his mind? Ishaan really doesn't want Agni to turn into Lea and Ayanna or something else

“We have to go to the meeting place in a moment, Mr.”

Relax, do not let Agni catch him daydreaming for umpteenth time. Ishaan then lowered his head; a quick peek at Agni's lips, before asking her to get ready in the living room and wait for their car's invitation.

*

“Lo crazy, huh? I gave the location of the pickpocket gathering point as a clue to help the police track down the perpetrator, not create a fight, Bro.”

“Micah, I saw the copet almost sell Agni's phone to the container. Had I reported to the police first, the phone would have moved to another hand.” Ishaan turned off the tap, then checked the wound and the marks of the blow on the face. “Luckily I lured the culprit to the public area, so he ran away before I got beat up.”

“Lagian lo hobbies really find things fitting again work.” Micah grunts his head. “Now where are you? Have you returned to the apartment?”

“No, stop by the coffee shop first. All clean up on the toilet.” Once again, Ishaan checks Agni's phone which she secured in her suit pocket. The plan, he will ask for an extra bag to put the phone before entering the apartment. “Udah gone wrong? I want to go home.”

“Not satisfied, but yes already home. Agni must be worried waiting for lo.”

That night, as Agni deals with her injuries, Ishaan chooses to lock her mouth instead of making the girl even more anxious. The right decision, especially when Agni suddenly cries. What if he finds out Ishaan is fighting with his cell phone pickpocket instead of handing the case over to the police?

“I will send the meeting minutes as soon as possible. Do you need recap also for all meetings for three months?”

From the tail of the eyes, Ishaan watched Agni who was compiling a report on the tablet. They had just finished the last meeting and the girl immediately continued with the work. “You can do it in the apartment, Agni. We're dinner first. I've reserved at restaurant.”

“We ate out tonight?”

“We desire. To celebrate our last visit before to Marrakesh.” In his mind, Ishaan imagines himself spending time with Agni in the city. Visiting impressive tourist attractions, introducing her to the mother, then—Ishaan blinked. It's gonna be kind of hard to get Agni to fuck at her mom's.

Obeying Ishaan's orders, Agni then keeps the draft notula and keeps the tablet in a bag. A few blocks later, the car stopped in front of a fancy restaurant. As the car door opened by a servant, Ishaan extended his hand to Agni.

“Let me treat you well tonnage, Senorita.*”

**

Agni had attended fine dining, but in a romantic setting?

“I have ordered non-alcoholic wine for you,” Ishaan said after talking to waitresses who serve them. “Ibuku often eat here if you stop by Barcelona. This is my first time booking in VIP.”

The VIP area Ishaan refers to is a canopy rooftop of hanging plants. Industrial design combined with a touch of nature provides a modern and elegant combination. Especially at night when the restaurant turns on the lights in certain corners; confirms the warm and intimate impression that is worth the price.

Agni glanced at the couples who filled the table around them. Intimidated by the closeness exhibited even though he did not understand their conversation. “Master, is this not excessive?”

About rewards, Agni familiar. The difference is he will celebrate the achievement by sleeping all day in the index or ordering food through the application, it is also sometimes used promos to save costs. Not eating at a fancy restaurant like Ishaan.

Agni is just a mangosteen. Ishaan's mood is good. The danger is that the chirps offend the man. Agni can be immediately returned to Indonesia.

So when the appetizer came, Agni tried to enjoy it. It's not hard, apparently, because it tastes pretty good. Not making his tongue startled. Plate after plate came in turn; serving the most delicious and wonderful food Agni ever ate.

So enjoying the dishes, Agni to the point that the man sitting in front of her developed a smile. Follow satisfied and relieved to observe him eat with greed up to the terakir plate.

*

“How, the banquet is good?”

Agni put her wine glass. “Enak, sir, just I'm less familiar with the names of the food.”

“It doesn’t matter, the important thing is you enjoy it.” Then, Ishaan calls the waitress to ask for bill. “We'll be home soon.”

Tumben, thought Agni. A new cheer begins on the street near the restaurant, she thinks Ishaan will take her for a walk. Oh, maybe he's just as tired as I am, so he'll just fall in the apartment.

However, Agni's guess was immediately broken when they got in the car. Ishaan grabbed the body, then ignored the driving driver, kissing Agni's cheek.

“Master drunk?” As Agni recalls, Ishaan did order alcoholic wine, but the alcohol content was very low. “Need me to prepare something in the apartment?”

“Iya, please prepare yourself, Agni,” whispered Ishaan as he continued his kiss to the nape of Agni. “I’m still sober, don’t worry.”

Arriving at the apartment, Agni lets Ishaan launch his attacks. As Agni takes off her favorite red pump shoes, Ishaan moves quickly to strip her blazer and suit. Their legs occasionally stumbled on chairs and tables because of the lights that had not been turned on, but Ishaan did not bother him because what he was heading to now was his room.

“You take a shower first?” agni asked after Ishaan took off her kiss. “Maybe have to replace because the bathroom is—”

“Why replace? Let’s take shower together,” Ishaan's goda that makes Agni misbehaved. “Before—ah yes, you have not seen me without clothes.”

It was then that Agni realized that in the pavilion only she took off her clothes. “Our time there, instead of Tuan—”

“I was shirtless, Agni, almost—hei!”

Either getting a whisper from where, Agni pulled Ishaan, then pushed him into the bed. “Not fair,” umpatnya while unbuttoning the man's shirt. Instead of being scared, Ishaan grinned. I look forward to Agni's reaction.

“Are we skipping the shower part?” ishaan asked Kala Agni to take off her shirt; exposing her perfectly formed chest and stomach from a routine work out.

For a moment, Agni was victorious. He saw Ishaan who patiently waited even though he was overlapping. His hunting breath was now in order, but his body was still hot. Agni then reached out, asking Ishaan to sit down. Put his body in the man's lap.

“I'm too aggressive, yes?”

“No. I'm just happy that my partner is willing to keep up with my game." Ishaan removed the strands of hair that covered Agni's face. “But as before, I'll make sure you're comfortable. No coercion, okay?”

Agni then welcomes Ishaan's kiss. Careful, the man took off Agni's shirt, then removed the brand. Agni's head felt light as Ishaan kissed her neck, then went down to touch the sensitive parts of her body. While one of his hands continued to stroke the inside of his thigh.

Agni's breath was puffed. It was free that he restrained himself.

“Ishaan.” With the remnants of sanity, Agni tried to express her wishes. “Ke—to the bathroom?”

Ishaan. “You took a shower together?”

As Agni nodded, Ishaan immediately carried her out of the room.

***

* Miss in Spanish