15. (No) Meetings Afterhours

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Kai looked at me in utter seriousness and I was on the fence about wanting to know the agenda of what he wanted to say. I looked away from his intense gaze and lowered my eyes but quickly looked up again when my eyes fell on his lips. 

I took two steps back, tightened my belt, and made sure the robe was secure before I cleared my throat. With a comfortable distance between us, I could look at him squarely. 

"I'm off the clock so whatever you want to say will have to wait." I gestured to the door. "Please, I'd like a good weekend for a change." 

"Are you saying that I ruin your weekends?" 

"Weekends, weekdays, and whatever there is in between," I responded. 

"There's nothing in between," Kai pointed out. 

"If there was, you're bound to ruin that too." 

Kai took a step closer and I stepped back. He looked at me obscurely as if I was being extra weird. 

"Are you naked underneath that robe?" Kai asked. "Is that why you're oddly so uncomfortable around me today?" 

My eyes almost popped at his blunt question. "Do you have no filter whatsoever?" 

"I do but I thought we were past that when you broke into my home while I was asleep." 

"Are we going to argue over this again?" I sighed. "I have a key and if you weren't so stubborn and lazy, I wouldn't have to use it." 

Kai feigned a yawn. "You're starting to sound just like my dad but spare me the semantics." He removed his jacket and walked over to the sofa. "I have a bit of a headache from driving all day. Can I get a glass of water?" 

The audacity!

Kai made himself at home and sat down. He leaned backward, shut his eyes, and rubbed his temples. I walked up to him and watched him for a moment before I kicked his foot which forced him to open his eyes. 

"You have water at your place just down the corridor." 

"I don't know if I bought any," Kai mused. "I'm bad at getting groceries. I don't even have any paracetamol for this killer headache." 

I huffed. "If I give you something for the headache, will you leave?" 

Kai stretched his long legs out and shook his head. "You have no sense of hospitability, do you?" 

"Not to uninvited guests." 

Kai sat up straight with his elbows on his knees. "Why are you being so mean toward me but you invited a total stranger into your home just ten minutes ago?" 

"Stranger?" I repeated. "That's your best friend." 

"My best friend, not yours," Kai pointed out. "He's just a stranger to you and you invited him into your home while you're alone, dressed like... that." 

I narrowed my eyes. "Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Kai shook his head. "No but we live in a fucked-up world, as a woman, unfortunately, you shouldn't trust anyone let alone allow a strange person into your home when you're alone." 

Is he being kind or taunting me?

I crossed my arms. "Are you saying your friend is an untrustworthy person?" 

"Duncan is a good guy but I'm speaking as one living being to another and telling you to be careful and safe." 

I scrutinised his features and he looked sincere but I didn't quite trust him. 

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