I'm known as a workaholic. If I have to write my life's purpose to inspire someone, I'll write, "Work is my breath," because work gives me value. My parents see me as talented because what I do goes well, and when I go to work, I get recognition from my subordinates, which makes me look cool.
However, now... I'm excited about the weekends. The TGIF vibe is something I cherish, the same feeling when I was in school and knew that for the next two days, I could sleep in and lounge in bed all day because it was the weekend. Now, weekends make me giddy because I know I'll get to spend the whole day playing with the little maid who always gives me smiles.
"Is it heavy?"
"At first, it wasn't, but now I'm starting to feel it."
Today, Yu keeps jumping on my back like a little monkey and asking me to do this and that. Even though she's the maid, she makes me walk to get water from the fridge, wants to eat fruit, and wants a massage. At first, I was about to get angry, but when she smiled brightly, I softened, like now, when she's clinging to my back and wen't let go.
"Even if you complain, I won't stop doing it. You smell so nice."
"You smell nice too. Carry me for a change."
"We can switch if you want."
The sweet-faced girl agrees to get down and turns her back so I can jump on. Judging by the height, there's no way I can ride on her back, but she insists I try anyway.
"Come on up."
"Are you sure you can handle it?"
"Of course, I'm strong. Hurry up."
I climb on, more like hugging than clinging, but Yu pretends to be weak and falls to her knees. I lose my balance and fall with her, our bodies piling on the floor. It feels like a scene from many Thai dramas where the leads stumble and almost kiss, staring into each other's eyes. But for us, she holds my face with both hands, making me look at her, and raises an eyebrow.
"Oops, I can't carry you. I guess I'm not that strong."
"That seemed a bit intentional."
"What should we do now, falling on the floor like this?"
"Just get up."
"..."
"What? Did I say something wrong?"
"Why are you so dumb!"
"Owwww!"
My face is pulled by the hands of the person beneath me, stretching my cheeks like rubber. I cry out in pain, but it only makes Yu laugh instead of showing any sympathy.
"Because you're so clueless, you're cute. If it were easy, it wouldn't be fun,right?"
"I'm not clueless. I know what you want."
I pout before leaning down and pressing my lips hard against the person beneath me, then scrunch my nose.
"But I didn't do it because I think this scene is cliché. Everyone does it. I just didn't think my maid would do it, too."
"So, you know what to do but play hard to get. If you know that it means kissing, then you should know what to do next... How far have you studied the homework I gave you?"
Of course, I know what she means. We both have a curiosity. The homework she mentioned is about how to make love. Even though I'm a workaholic, when I'm alone in the office, I read articles about how women make love and sensitive spots. I also watch movies. So, I have some idea of what to do.
