One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 97. No Good Rush.

Since early morning, Faya had been getting ready to go to the office. Actually his heart was stuck. Imagine what kind of treatment he would receive later in the office. Or the judgmental gaze is still on him. Thinking that, making his steps become back and forth.

At 06:30, it was too early to go to the office. He chose to get ready since he woke up

at 3am this morning he could no longer fall asleep. It was a thought about iwan who had returned to work yesterday. Still not sure if her brother is okay. You see during two nights stay at the house Faya, iwan looks difficult to sleep.

After feeling her appearance was nothing to be ashamed of, she grabbed her bag and then walked out of her house. He pressed the pass button in Prima's apartment and just walked in. He circulated his views but the condition of the apartment was still quiet. It seems Prima is still in the dream.

“Mas?!” call Faya. There is no lawfulness. He tried to peek into the room. Prima wasn't in her bed. There was water in the bathroom. It turns out Prima is taking a shower.

“Mas? Another shower?” tanya Faya is right in front of Prima's bathroom door.

“Iya, darling. Bentar yes.” Sahut Prima from the inside.

Faya walks towards the walk in closet to find clothes for Prima. Ah, it's been a long time since he's come in here. Returning to activities as Prima's secretary like this, such as making it back to the complicated times first. Times where he had to thicken his heart to face and serve Prima as his boss.

Faya chose a white polo shirt and cream shorts. He also prepared his set of clothes at once. It's common, so it's not awkward anymore.

Doing that Faya so remembered when he first prepared Prima equipment like that. He held his face reddened by his own embarrassment while taking the interior from the drawer. Amused, disgusted, plus embarrassed mixed into one. But over time he could handle it.

“Wear shirt only, Fay.” Prima's voice surprised Faya. Just look back. But a few seconds later he turned his back to Prima. The man, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Makes his field chest perfectly exposed.

“Why is that? The first new kayak saw aja.” said Prima. is indeed true. Faya didn't just see Prima's exposed chest once. During his secretary, he had often seen Prima's chest. But it used to feel normal. How different now, huh?

“Tumben want to wear a shirt?”

“And there was a meeting with the office. Yes, the time I wear a T-shirt.”

“Oh yes, I forgot.” In fact, last night Surya had sent Prima's schedule via e-mail to him.

Faya returned the T-shirts and trousers she had picked up earlier. Then pick a shirt for her lover.

Faya's heart almost came off when suddenly Prima's plain chest stuck to her back. There was a cold breezy sensation blowing at his nape. The feathers are standing perfectly.

“Could not, we just got married this morning. I couldn't stand it for long, Fay.” Rengek Prima with already wrapped his arms in his lover's stomach.

“Mas, lastin, ih.” Faya tried to escape. But Prima was getting tighter and tighter hugging him.

“Pak Prima, please take care of his attitude yes. I am working again this. Later I say it with his girlfriend just tau.” Seloroh Faya's.

“Hehehehehee. Sayin. I'm not afraid.” Answer Prima casually. But he immediately let go of his embrace.

Faya turned. Staring at her lover's netra was deep. “Propa. It's not good to rush. Now the game is wearing clothes. I will be the one who is sorry. Hehehehe.” Faya put the shirt and pants up on the couch and then came out of there. He waited in the living room while re-studying Prima's schedule today.

Fifteen minutes later, Prima was ready with her formal settings. He walked boldly out of the room and approached Faya.

“Udah, yuk.”

“No breakfast first?”

“Not hungry. Later at the office. What time is it?”

“You've had breakfast?”

Faya shakes. “But laper too. Hehe.” He stood up and tidied up the Prima tie, while the man looked at him fixedly from a distance of several centi meters.

I don't know, Faya's mind was too upset to bury her hunger for a moment. And it was clearly on his face.

“Do not worry, all will be well aja.” Prima tries to encourage. And Faya could only reply with a smile. Trying to suppress the unwavering sense of unease lodged in his heart.

After making sure everything was safe, the two went down to the basement parking lot.

“Bapak want to do?” faya asked as soon as she saw Prima was sitting sweetly behind the wheel.

“Ya to the office. Why did you call ‘Pak’, Fay?

“Out.” Urge Faya to pull Prima's arm out of the car. “Yes when you want to drive me to the office? Is it the boss? Now, I am the secretary. If outside office hours, new, I am his future wife Mas Prima.”

“Oooh. So a double role, is it?”

“Hehehhehe.” Faya opens the back door for Prima then sits sweetly behind the wheel. After that he started running the car to the office.

The first fifteen minutes of the trip, Prima was already gasrak gusruk restlessly in the back. Many times he brought his face closer to Faya who was focusing on driving.

“Pak, please just sit in the back. Hazard.”

“No exclamation behind alone, Fay. Want to sit in front of your deck. Yes?” pinta Prima half whining.

“Pak, inget, now Mr. this is my boss. Just sit there sweet.”

“Ck.” Prima snorted and frowned like a child. But then he smiled meaningfully to ‘secretary’nya. although Faya certainly did not see it.

“Later in the office must have been great.” Faya Gumam.

“Udah, don't think about it, ah. Just focus. Temporarily close the ears. Don't miss anything people say to you.” Prima said as she pulled out the phone from her suit. He contacted someone.

“Where is Sur?”

‘Udah done Sir.’

“OK. Goody. Thanks, Sur.”

‘Sama-sama, Sir.’

Faya just glanced curiously through the rearview mirror. I don't know what Prima told Surya. What is clear, after turning off the phone Prima seemed to smile at him through the rearview mirror. But he did not ask further. Refocusing yourself on the road.

“Do not worry. Nothing will happen in the office. I promise.” Prima's whisper is right in Faya's ear.

Although curious, but Faya chose to trust Prima alone. Rather than his own foggy heart thinking of possibilities that had not even happened. Trying to focus on the job is better than thinking about what they are going to talk about. The thing is for sure, if the people in the office are still talking about him. Especially after he returned to work.