The Passion of Mr. Anderson

THE DREAMS?

Melia blinked, the sunlight that accidentally entered through the glass window, accidentally making Melia wake up from her deep sleep.

Melia tried to open her eyes, as she managed to open her eyes wide, she was immediately aghast in shock and immediately got up from the bed.

"Gosh my god."

Melia held her breath for a few seconds. Hurriedly he got up from the bed and circulated his gaze in all directions. He looked to the left and to the right but everything still seemed normal.

"What night am I dreaming?" Melia swallowed her saliva. He hugged himself while rubbing.

Is it true that Melia was only dreaming last night? But, the dream was so vivid, Melia remembered very well last night when she looked at Anderson's face on the side of her bed, even as she felt Anderson hugging her body from behind.

Butno.

This is impossible, right?

Melia hurriedly checked all over the house. Everything looked normal and all the locks were tightly closed.

No. gabe. This must be wrong.

After all, how could Anderson possibly enter this house?

Yes, Melia. This must be a dream.

Melia could finally breathe a sigh of relief. At least, this is all a dream, right?

He looked at the clock on the wall of the room. It was seven o'clock exactly and he had to go to the office immediately.

"Yes, geez. Why is time so short? I hate seeing it all the time." Curse Melia on herself.

But Melia just picked up a towel and went inside the bathroom. He was surprised by a former toothbrush lying on the edge of the sink.

Deg.

Melia's heart stops beating.

Why is the toothbrush here? In fact, Melia remembered very well that every time she finished brushing her teeth, she always hung the toothbrush on the shelf where she was.

Melia held her breath for a few seconds. Suddenly he looked to the left and to the right. Start to look at the circumstances around and start to find awkwardness here.

Why does this bathroom look wet? Splashes of water on the bathroom wall as indicating that this bathroom has just been used by someone.

***

"Mails? Are you okay?" One of the office friends who found Melia looking moody at the pantry table was able to make Melia shocked not dumbstruck.

"Gosh my god."

"Hey? You daydreaming?"

Rosa raised her eyebrows slightly then smiled. "You're called Mr. Anderson to his room."

"Eh?"

"Yes, Mel." Rosa tickled. "Hey, are you in trouble with Mr Anderson?"

"What?"

"Yes. I just wanted to warn you. Don't mess with Mr. Anderson. Do you know the fate of people dealing with Mr Anderson? You've seen so many people made to suffer, just because of trivial problems and he was fired from this company. They're so hard to find a job."

Melia swallowed her saliva.

"Sorry, I'm just worried. It seems Mr. Anderson calls you often. What report did you give him too many revisions?"

Melia again took a breath.

So, this is the reason Anderson always used to call me to his office? Instead of revising the report, but actually Melia was always harassed by the figure.

"Emm, yeah. I'm going to his room."

***

And it's always like this, though,

Anderson always seemed seductive when Melia came into her room.

"Good morning, Melia."

But just one step Melia entered into Anderson's room, Melia was like inhaling something. As she stepped closer and closer towards Anderson, Melia was more and more convinced that the smell she breathed was a truly unmistakable scent.

Deg.

And this makes Melia's heart beat very fast. Just this morning he thought about it, but why was he faced with a fact that might make his mind worse?

"Sir, sorry. What shampoo do you use?"

Anderson frowned upon hearing the question.

"Why, Melia?"

"Why does it smell like mine? Sorry, but my scalp is very sensitive and the shampoo I use is a shampoo that is specially formulated and can only be ordered through the online shop."

The heart that was beating was now increasingly rumbling violently. While there, Melia increasingly stood stiff with trembling hands.

Gosh darn. Last night's incident?

Oh my God, don't-don't ....!