Possessive Boss

Expressing Love

An hour later the sound of Bryan's front door rang, Helen opened it. Go-food came and put it on the table where he was sitting enjoying the television in front.

Helen prefers to clean the floor, Bryan's clothes have not been washed. Helen had never washed a man's color. It felt like touching this Boss's drawer. Helen's justification was better to choose to cut the pay.

Wanted a fried brace, rather than her having to hold an innocent color on her hands and fingers. Bryan even ate Fried Chicken.

Oh my God, how long do I have to be in this crazy boss's life! ~ complained Helen after finishing washing clothes in the machine.

When going to lift the shirt to dry, Helen could not lift because it was too heavy. Back again lifting is not even a bed of clothes raised, but the handle of the bed is released because it is fragile. Helen slumped backwards.

"Yes ...!" scream Helen,

Taps!

Sontak dong surprised not playing. Helen's heart was racing again. Bryan catches Helen's body which almost falls from behind. The look they see each other. The distance is not far. Helen regained consciousness from this heartbeat.

"Ekhem! How many of my clothes have not been washed?"

Helen began to nag back, her nervousness definitely sounding obvious. Because his heartbeat is still not normal.

"A month, uh ... no, two months," Bryan replied, recalling that as long as he was wearing clothes he always used to throw away. It's just the color that always buys a dozen..

Helen gawked in disbelief, just pantasan clothes like this much two months does not smell in the bed, just a month was amit - amit zabah temple.

"Now you help me lift this bed to the clothesline. Just the butt of the bed can not accept clothes that have been for months."

Bryan complied with him in a big bed in the clothesline. An amazing apartment. The rich are always free to own anything.

Bryan helped to dry his clothes. For Helen would never touch that color belonging to the mad Boss, her finger is still sacred unless married can be smeared. Bryan frowned seeing Helen clamping the color.

"What are you doing, why are you taking it like that?" The question from Bryan was puzzled.

"I'm sorry, sir. Not insulting, but I am tickled the same panties of the opposite sex, can not every want to replace it holy itself?" the answer to winning was absurd by Bryan. Women should accept jobs

Bryan reiterated though a little off-putting. If not, he certainly can not see Helen dong. Later also used to if he denied continuously. Helen felt this was not fair with her stance on work. Personal assistants, there are still those who must be rejected that are not desired. It's too selfish to be a man.

"Can't be so dong, sir! Time just because I don't like to hold your panties, straight at the pay cut anyway! It's torture in his name, sir!" Helen's protest was actually herself wanting to punch the face of this mad Boss.

"Eat him, do it if you don't want to cut the pay! Don't just nag her job!"

Bryan passed away from the clothesline, Helen glanced until lost from the circulation of his view. Helen stomps her one leg upset, Aarrrggghhh .. Why meet this crazy boss anyway! ~ His complaint again in the heart.

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Finally finished also his work, it was noon time for Helen to return home to spook back. Still not running away, Bryan called Helen.

"This is my contract signing as my personal assistant" Bryan handed Helen a piece of paper

Helen accepts before handling of course she read first, because she does not want to be fooled by this mad boss. He could have manipulated her without Helen's knowledge. Helen read, widening both her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Helen looked at Bryan who was leisurely sitting a smile at her.

"As per the contract agreement it is clear, right," Bryan replied unwilling to repeat what was written in the paper.

"This is unfair, sir. It's an assistant contract or a status contract anyway, sir?!"

Bryan shrugged, the important thing is that Helen agreed it was safe.

"It's outrageous, I'm not a mistress, sir! Can you ask your fiancee here? Why should I? Sorry, I refused!" Helen then placed the paper and pen on her table.

Helen stood up to prepare to return home. Bryan who had a big smile back and forth looked at Helen who was preparing to get out of her apartment.

"I like you!"