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I frowned then, as fear struck me. Did this mean that someone else was handling his affairs? What was happening? I immediately moved to apologize.
"Sir," I called. "First of all, I want to apologize deeply for spreading the rumor that you are engaged. I will ensure that this is straightened out and corrected by tomorrow. It just slipped out. I was?—"
I stopped in my tracks when I realized that once again, I was so obviously lying. I lifted my eyes to meet his, and as he folded his arms across his chest to look at me, he asked, "Is this a Thailand habit you've picked up or something? Lying through your teeth."
I lowered my head. "No, Sir, I just... I'm sorry. There have been a lot of changes that I'm not sure how to process yet, so I'm not really willing to completely reveal them to you either."
"I understand," he said. "But you don’t have to lie to me. So, let's start with correcting the first lie you were about to tell a minute ago."
I watched him, not even sure if I remembered what I had been about to say. Soon, though, it came to me, and I realized that I had to admit it. What was the point in lying now, truly? We had already given food for thought.
"I... uh," I began. "With the amount of attention surrounding you, I just thought that—except I said that they would swarm you throughout the entire afternoon, and that this would get impossibly annoying for you."
He narrowed his eyes at me. This was a simple and reasonable excuse, and so I waited with bated breath for his response.
"Is that so?" he asked, and I lifted my gaze to his, hoping he’d believe my half-truth.
This was obviously a lie, but it wasn’t his business to know this, so I wasn’t surprised when he turned away and didn’t pursue the matter any further.
"Do you want to eat here, or do you want to go out?" he asked.
Going out sounded wonderful. It would be a wonderful way to experience the city, but when I thought of us being alone in the gorgeous room together, I really couldn’t compare it to being out in public and acting as platonic as possible.
"I’d prefer to stay in, Sir," I replied.
Glancing down at my outfit, I truly wished then that I had put in more effort to look feminine. But after what had happened between us, I wasn’t really looking to appear promiscuous before him. More than anything, I had wanted to be presentable, so I had simply donned a pin-striped pajama set that was as decent as they come.
"Alright," he said, and rose to his feet. There was also something about him doing this that was always so exciting to me. He was tall... much taller than me, with a gorgeous build, so every time he did this, every time the full impact of his presence in a room was felt, it made me feel this way. I stepped out of the way, but then he did something that made me nearly lose my breath for a minute. He held me and moved me gently out of the way. This was completely unnecessary. I could walk, but now, after this, it was as though I had turned to stone. I stood exactly where he had put me until he returned with the menu he had retrieved from the drawer by his bedside.
"Options," he said as he returned to the seat. He started to peruse through them, and all I could do was watch him until eventually, he noticed.
"Aren’t you going to sit down?"
Like a robot, I instantly plopped down on the bed. But then I realized that this might be considered rude, so I rose to my feet once again.
"Sorry, I, um... I’m sitting on your bed. Is this chair, okay? Can I sit here?"
I was referring to the seat before him, but it soon occurred to me just how close and in direct vicinity of each other we would be as a result, and I didn’t really think he wanted to see me that closely, or that I wanted him to. I didn’t have any makeup on, and it felt like I was encroaching on his space. Maybe it was best I returned to my room.
I truly didn’t understand myself, because the analysis was grating me to bits. It was just that until recently, he was my boss, and this was how careful and cautious I was around him. The need to be more, but not having the confidence to ask or even act this way, was what was screwing with my brain.
"What’s wrong with sitting on my bed?" he asked, and I lifted my gaze to his.
"Um... it's where you sleep?"
He was immensely amused, which made me feel a bit lighter.
"It's where you slept too, last night."
"Ah..." I stared at him. "Yeah."
"Do you remember?" he asked, and it took a while before I could respond, because even though I knew that sooner or later, we would have this conversation, it wasn’t really something that I wanted to have right now... that I was ready to have right now. But I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t, even though technically earlier that morning, it would have been the truth. Why the hell hadn’t he asked me then?
"Yeah... I mean, yes, Sir. I do remember."
"Take a seat," he said, and I settled down on the seat before him. He watched me, and then he picked up his phone to take the call. I listened to the smooth, quiet way he placed his order, and then he handed the phone over to me.
I immediately panicked. Answering his phone was more or less my job, but it wasn’t something that I wanted to do in front of him, because I was sure to sound like a blubbering idiot. So, I lowered my head and my tone as I accepted the menu from him as well and placed my order. After the call ended, I returned the phone to him.
