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Sean POV
Then and there, was Wang Yibo.
I noticed his arms were locked tightly around my waist and I almost screamed like a newborn. Almost. But of course, I didn't. I just gaped and no doubt I looked ridiculous. He was still blinking, eyes adjusting to the light. He still didn't let me go.
He noticed me then.
He looked at himself, then back at my face. Then to himself, and back to me. I could see he was processing the scandalous events that just happened. He quickly retracted his arms and sat bolt upright.
"I-I-I um will be washing up," he mumbled and dashed into the bathroom.
Slowly, I went under the blankets to start my cringy replay of everything. Honestly, I felt sorry for myself. Sometimes I just wish humans have the ability to delete embarrassing moments from their memories. It would make life so much better. I pulled it higher and closed my eyes with my lips pursed. I shook my head. I could get back to this later. I really hope I don't need to though.
I sat up and started folding my blanket in my befuddled state while praying that I could at least get an explanation from Yibo before he went to work to avoid any awkward situations. I arranged my bed neatly and stood up.
I glanced at the shut bathroom door. Sounds of water dripping were still audible. He probably isn't done with washing up. I looked at his bed. Well, I still have time on my hands, so why not help him make his bed as well? I tucked the corners of his comforter in and smoothed it out. I carefully arranged the pillows aptly and sat down on the corner of the bed, waiting for Yibo to be done.
The door clicked open and Yibo walked out, smiling awkwardly. I only managed a cough. He gestured for me to use the bathroom now and he deigned to look anywhere but my face.
I walked to the bathroom with my towel, toiletries and clothes but just before the door closed, I managed to glimpse a picture of Yibo's shirtless, muscular and fit back in the bathroom mirror and quickly looked away. I really do not want my own boss to think of me as a pervert.
I did my best to finish washing up as quickly as possible and slid into jeans and a plain grey hoodie. I combed my messy hair and smiled at the reflection of myself in the mirror.
The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, my stomach grumbled loudly, so loud that I wondered if there was a major earthquake in my stomach. I stopped in my tracks like a deer in headlights. I blinked several times. Yibo didn't hear that right? He couldn't have... RIGHT?! Slowly, pretending that nothing had happened, I walked past him sitting primly and immaculately in his suit by the desk as his fingers flew across the screen of his phone, answering texts and emails. He let out a chuckle.
Yibo stood up and walked to the hotel room phone stationed on the nightstand. He read the manual for a few seconds and dialled in the number of whatever service he wanted carefully. He rummaged around the chest of drawers for some time. The phone rang for a few moments and I heard a voice answer.
"Hello, this is the private restaurant owned by Yixiao Hotel, is there anything you would like to order?" came a polite voice.
"Yes, good morning. This is Room 818. I would like to order one of your breakfast packages. May I know the menu? I can't seem to find a menu for your restaurant in my room at the moment." he replied.
"Yes, sir, no problem. I will read out all the three breakfast packages we have." the voice said. "For the first meal: scallop with congee, premium fried dough sticks, and meat wontons. For the second: pancakes, pastries and tea will be served. Lastly is noodles with shredded chicken, prawns, and fried shallots served with a little wine. Which one would you like, sir?"
"I'll take the first one, two sets, thank you," Yibo said. "You can add the price to my bill. I'll pay when I check out."
"Alright, sir. Your food will be served shortly," the voice said as he hung up.
Yibo put down the phone and caught me looking at him.
"What? Why're you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?" he asked me fingers touching his face.
"W-W-W-Why did you order food? And no, your face is as perfect as usual." I replied.
"Well, I heard what I heard, and I guess I'm doing what I think is right," he said, grinning, winking, and going back to the desk.
"Oh, oh, well then fine," I said. "Then boss, what should I do in the meantime?"
"You... you can help me prepare some materials, I guess since there's still time before our food arrives."
"Ummm... w-w-what materials do you need, sir?" I asked.
"Just some materials for the meeting that's on my schedule later."
"What meeting materials though? This is actually my first time being a sort of a secretary to some big boss of an ever=n bigger company," I said jokingly.
Yibo just shook his head and sighed.
"Well, then, since it's your first time, I'll excuse you. You might need to get used to doing all the paperwork for me in the future though," he said gently. "I'll go sort out the materials myself. You can rest first and do whatever you want, for now, got it?"
"Yes, boss!" I said, giving him a salute and a bright smile. Hehe, I've succeeded in evading my work and lying to Yibo. Yippee! I don't have to do work now!
Yibo retrieved his laptop from his bag and quickly typed in his password. He opened a document and went full-on into business mode. He even took out some documents from his suitcase and shuffled some papers, probably looking for notes and more research. Wow, he's such a hardworking man.
"Oh and Sean, we have a meeting set for twelve later. Be prepared, okay?" Yibo told me.
"Okay, boss," I said, taking out my phone and opening Instagram.
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