𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐤.𝐧.

II

"and he even told me to call him kento outside of the office! he was being so sweet. even after being his secretary for so long, i expected him to be a total boring dud outside of the office" i rambled on to my best friend over some matcha lattes.

it was saturday which meant a day off and a day to catch up with my best friend. it also meant i could rant about the discoveries of my boss.

"and he's totally hot! he definitely wants you" i nearly choked on my drink at her casual comment.

"hina! no!" she giggled at my reaction.

"all i'm saying is, do you ever see him giving a ride to anyone else? does he let anyone else call him by his first name?"

"well, not that i know of...for all we know, he could have a wife and children at home!"

"he's a private man, but i'm sure you would've known about them. if he doesn't have any pictures of them on his desk, he's a single man"

"well...his desk is only filled with pictures of him and his highschool friends..."

"there you go! he wants you, i'm calling it now"

i roll my eyes, "that could also mean nothing. private life, private wife. plus, i don't even like the man. i'm just shocked at his sweet behavior. he is beautiful, i will say..."

"who's beautiful?"

no fucking way.

"m-mr. nanami!" i turn around to see my boss standing behind me, holding a pastry bag in hand.

"ah! so you're y/n's boss. i've heard so much about you!" i want to curse my friend to the ends of the earth for her comment. i look up at him wide eyed.

his face remains straight as he looks at her, "have you now?"

"you know what! i have to get home. i- uh- left the stove on! call me later n/n!" she runs out of the cafe, leaving my boss and i alone.

"sorry...she gets extremely...hyper?" i awkwardly say

"no worries, y/n," he pauses for a brief moment and looks outside before looking back to me, "do you need a ride home? i assume yours just left." he says, referring to my friend who just bailed on me.

"well...if it isn't too much of a hassle?"

the cafe we came to was about 40 minutes from home, by car. on the train it would likely take me an hour and a half.

"let's go."

i follow him out, searching for his usual gray honda. instead, he leads me to a sleek black porsche.

"oh, is this your car?" i ask taken aback. his usual beat-down honda was nowhere in sight.

"no it's stolen."

i freeze.

"w-what...?"

"joking, y/n," he cracks a small smile, "yes, it's mine. i just don't like to use it every day."

how rich do you have to be to have a daily car and a weekend car?!

i sigh in relief and let out a small awkward laugh, "well, sir, it's very nice."

"y/n, we're not in the office."

"right! sorry kento..." i blush at saying his first name.

he opens the door for me and i get in. the interior is sleek and clean. i'm scared to breathe the wrong way in such a clean car.

"how do you know about this cafe? it's far from where you live" he asks while starting the car.

"oh, i only come here once a month with my friend hina, who you just saw. normally we go to a small one closer to home, but she loves the matcha here."

i look at him, his hands gripping the steering wheel, one arm going behind my head to reverse. his jawline is so pronounced as he looks back. then he looks at me.

getting caught staring twice! great!

"why did you come so far kento?"

"it's my best friend and i's favorite cafe. we would always come here just for the raspberry tarts," a hint of sadness in his voice.

"oh! i'm so sorry. was he there? did i just intrude on your outing?"

"no, don't worry. he- uh- moved away."

"oh...alright then. as long as i wasn't imposing on your date!"

he gives a small laugh, "date..."

we make small talk throughout the car ride. halfway home, i spot my favorite restaurant. a small soba place.

"ooh! do you like soba?"

"i've never really tried it."

"what?! how!!"

"do you want to stop for some?" he asks quickly, spotting the place i was referring to.

"i- no. i can't take up your time. you must have some dinner plans with someone later"

"who would i have dinner plans with?" he says, already turning towards the small establishment.

"your wife? husband? i don't know...it's okay! you're doing more than enough giving me a ride home"

he lets out a small laugh again. god i could listen to that all day.

"oh y/n. you know i don't have anyone. we'll go get some soba"

so he's single, rich, a gentleman. but why is he single if he would check off just anyone's boxes?

"...fine. but i'll pay. i feel bad for taking up your time" he hums in agreement.

we park and he opens the door for me.

he's too good. but this is my boss. behave y/n.

we walk inside and get seated at a small booth. i look over the menu as if i don't already know what i want. i look up and see him scanning the menu. his long lashes fanning over his face. his perfectly chiseled cheekbones. his soft looking li-

"hi! what can i get for you?" the old man walks over to our table to take our order.

we place our orders and make small talk while waiting. i've learned more about him in these past two days than these past 6 years i've worked with him. it felt so natural to talk to him. like i was talking to a good friend. he hasn't spoken nearly this much at work, apart from boring meetings. it felt good to get to know this side of him that i never knew existed. i had always admired him from afar, never prying into him much. after all, i was only his secretary.

right, only his secretary...