Let go of me, Young Master!

Impossible

Afraid that he would be penalized for taking out food too soon. Gea deliberately slowed his journey.

"What if I get fired?" Gea had already felt defeated before the war. He was scared first. Even Gea had begun to imagine if the loss of a job would be hanging like before and difficulty to pay the rent.

With trembling hands he knocked on Mr. Zidane's door.

"Come in" said Mr. Zidane from the inside hearing the door was knocked but still his eyes were still heading to the laptop in front of him.

Gea opened the door and closed it slowly. Seeing him facing himself, Mr. Zidane stared at the girl for a moment without blinking.

"Why can a woman like this make me fall in love?" His heart asked so.

"Sorry sir, what do you need to call me here?" I did not dare to meet face to face with his employer he always looked down at the tile.

"Gea, who are you talking to?" Mr. Zidane deliberately asked the question so that he dared to look at his face and not like today.

Gea even more dare not show his face to Mr. Zidane. He's even getting down. Of course like that makes Mr. Zidane even anxious with Gea.

Unexpectedly before, Mr. Zidan's hand moved cupped Gea's face and then looked up to Gea to look at her face. Still, he did not dare to look at Mr. Zidane. That their eyeballs met each other, Gea immediately closed her eyes so as not to see those beautiful eyes. Because if it continues, maybe Gea will faint to look at Mr. Zidane for a long time especially the position of his head is now held by Mr. Zidane.

"Why don't you dare look at me when we're both like this?" Gea just shook her head.

Mr. Zidane can't wait to devour Gea's tiny lips. This time the successful man as CEO of the big company is not worried if Gea will faint. Because he listened to the doctor, if Gea seemed to have a history of asthma. So Mr. Zidane has prepared everything.

Slowly with gentle movements of the tone and begin to feel the lipgloss attached to the lips of Gea. The smell is the same as strawberry. Today he did not rebel even he closed his eyes as if enjoying every treatment of Mr Zidane against him. Satisfied with the sense of lipgloss that is increasingly disappearing Mr. Zidane also began to walk down the roof of the mouth Gea. They exchanged salivary returns.

Mr Zidane reduced the tempo so Gea could breathe. Once felt enough Mr. Zidane immediately release Gea.

"You want to know what I'm calling you here for?" Gea simply nodded while cleaning up the rest of the salivary still stuck to her lips with the back of her hand.

Mr. Zidane's hand was again cupped Gea's cheek and their current position was facing each other even looking at each other.

"Please, don't shut up again" asked Mr Zidane gently. Gea nodded at Mr Zidane's request.

"Previously, I'm sorry sir, if this morning I serve food too soon even before you come I've prepared everything." He said so with full confidence in him if Mr Zidane was not angry.

"Gea, do I want to take this matter?" Gea shook his head again because it was only his thought if Mr. Zidane was angry with his service this morning.

"Listen to me, Gea, I don't like any waiter who prepares food before I sit down because it must be cold, but this time I forgive you, there may be a problem until you do." Mr. Zidane also lured Gea. Of course he can no longer say anything because that is the reason why he did not meet with Mr Zidane at the dinner table but the reality is inversely proportional it turns out Mr Zidane called him into the room in this room are just the two of them.

"It's not so, sir, but I just want to speed up my work and be able to quickly prepare for college at 08:00." The reason made by Gea is quite reasonable but not begi Mr. Zidane.

"Is there something I'd like to ask you?"

"Thank you last night for sending me emoticons that made me unable to sleep" whispered Mr. Zidane right in the left ear Gea making his hair immediately goosebumps.

"Well, sir, it's wrong to tell me I typed it wrong."

"I don't think it's a joke or a mistake." Mr. Zidane took his hand off Gea's cheek, then he crossed hands together on the chest.

"I'm glad you sent me that." Gea's face was flushed even if it was in a slightly bright room just looks blushing like a boiled crab.

"That may be because my effect was very sleepy overnight due to taking the drug so today it is sometimes wrong to send emoticons." Mr. Zidane also only he watched every word that came out of Gea's mouth carefully.

"OK, if that's why you're accepted but you have to take responsibility for something." Gea was increasingly confused by the statement of Mr. Zidane who felt too complicated and there was no end.

"I mean Sir, how should I be responsible?" Mr. Zidan then pointed at his own chest. But he still did not understand what his master meant.

"I mean??"

"I love you" replied Mr. Zidane with anxiety. Girl as beautiful as Gea but in terms of romance she was a little late thinking.

"This man is too delusional." Gea doesn't believe in Mr Zidane. Of course, the statement made Mr. Zidan want to laugh if he did not know we would bring him to fall in front of Gea.

"Gea, I'm not a writer who fantasizes too much but I'm a CEO who always realistically thinks ahead." Gea looked at Mr. Zidane with a frightened look on his face as he felt wrong. Even he considers his employer like Vina, if talking is always interspersed with jokes.

"Sorry Sir, I didn't mean to offend you."

"Hi, the atmosphere is so awkward." Mr. Zidane is trying to cash back. Presumably he had to take a more intense approach towards Gea instead of going straight to the points like that.

"Well, Gea, I'm not going to prolong this matter, but I'm asking you if I'm the usual one." Mr. Zidane is not talking to his assistant.

"I don't know what you really mean." Gea shook her head.

"Gea, the more confused you are, the more interesting" added Mr. Zidane, peeking at Gea.

"I know it's sudden but you and I can learn."