His Nineteenth Secretary [✔]

Twenty-six

"You can come in." I heard him say from inside.

I pushed the door open and entered. I'd never been to his room before and what I saw upon entering gave me the impression that he wasn't only neat but also organized, no wonder he included 'no uncleanliness' in the contract that I signed.

His room was different from mine, a mixture of white, grey, and a little black but with a walk-in closet just like mine. There was not a single thing out of place.

He appeared at the door of his bathroom that moment in a white sweatshirt, which he had over a black sweat pant but with the brace no longer on his neck.

He had texted me after supper that evening to come to his room. It was the Friday of the week he was discharged after spending one and a half weeks at the hospital.

Since the day of the accident, when he hadn't been able to go to the company, his dad had everything under control at the company until he fully recovered and could finally resume work.

"You said you needed my help with something."

"Yes, come." He waved me over with his hand before going back into the bathroom.

"You want me to come in?" I asked, clearly confused.

"I'm waiting."

I walked towards the bathroom but didn't go inside.

"Can I come in?" I was standing before the bathroom door now, which he had left open.

"Sure."

I entered the bathroom where he was seated in front of the mirror.

"Do you mind helping me with shaving? My right hand seems to be kind of useless to me right now."

My eyes involuntarily fell on the cast on his right arm.

"Do you know how to shave?"

"Yes, I know how to shave." I replied. Mike taught me how to shave while we were dating, and after being taught, I'd helped him with shaving many times and also during the time he was sick.

He rose up to get the shaving cream and shaving stick, which he set down on the cabinet before sitting back down facing his left handside to give me easy access.

After washing and drying my hands with a towel, I squirted the shaving cream unto my palm before slathering it gently and carefully onto his chin and the area under his nose with a brush, all the while admiring his flawless, unbelievably soft and slightly tan skin while fighting the urge to not feel it with my itching fingers.

"You can touch." He suddenly said, bringing me out of the silly thoughts running in my head. This time, he didn't have the usual smirk on, meaning he wasn't in the mood to tease.

"Touch what?" I feigned ignorance. "If I may ask, how do you have such soft skin?" I quickly slapped myself lightly on the cheek at the outburst and muttered a sorry before taking up the shaving stick.

And then, he had decided that it was his turn to start staring.

I cleared my throat a little after a while in an attempt to make him stop staring, but he wouldn't stop.

"If you continue to stare at me that way, I won't be able to concentrate." I complained after a while.

"You've got something on your nose." He said nonchalantly instead.

"On my nose?" I was going to check in the mirror to know what he was talking about, but before I could, he pulled me back and gently wiped off whatever it was with his left thumb.