The room was quite strange. However, seeing Jason there was much more horrible than seeing a ghost.
Lolita was scared to death the moment he appeared.
'Damn it! What the fuck is going on?!'
All she could remember about last night was that she and Jason went out to eat. They had barbecue and drank beer all night long. It did not take much for her to get drunk.
And then, there she was, sleeping on someone else's bed for the entire night. It horrified her that she was in Jason's home.
"What's wrong? Why are you shaken up upon seeing me?" Amusement crossed Jason's thoughts when he saw her reaction.
'Why is she looking at me like she's seen a ghost? I can't possibly be that terrible!'
"Mr. Foster, a ghost would be less awful than you. Where am I? Is this your house? Last night, did we…" Lolita couldn't bear to finish her sentence. She was terrified that something happened between her and Jason.
However, when she looked down to scan her body, she found that she was still clad in last night's clothing. Relief washed over her like a great tide. It appeared as if nothing happened last night.
Jason was once again amused. Lolita was a lovely and innocent woman.
"What are you talking about? You were so drunk last night so I took you home with me. You slept in the guest room. Nothing of that sort happened between us. You were asleep the entire time. Now that you're up, you should go take a shower. There are clothes on the sofa for you." Jason hurriedly filled her in with last night's events to ease her worries.
Lolita turned to glance at the paper bag on the couch. Jason must have sent them earlier that morning and left when he saw her fast asleep.
"Thank you, Mr. Foster. I shouldn't have gotten ahead of myself. I almost assumed the worst of you. I will forever hold your kindness in my heart," Lolita sincerely replied.
She was utterly beguiling.
"You're welcome. There's breakfast waiting for you downstairs. Come down after you finish getting ready. Let me know if you need anything." Jason was absolutely welcoming.
"Thank you, Mr. Foster!" Lolita was so agitated that she almost bowed to him.
'Damn, she's so cute.' Jason couldn't help the laughter from escaping his lips.
"You seem to have forgotten. What did you call me?" Jason reminded her.
"Ah, yes! I wouldn't dare forget again, Jason. I'm going to go ahead and shower." Lolita rushed into the bathroom with her change of clothes.
On his way downstairs, Jason couldn't keep himself from bursting into laughter again.
The moment Lolita ran into the bathroom, she locked the door and walked to the sink. She intently stared at her reflection on the mirror.
Her hair looked like a bird's nest and her face was as red as an apple. Last night's makeup had faded into a blurry mess.
'Holy hell, I can't believe Jason saw me like this.
This is so embarrassing!
I have never been so humiliated my whole life.
Fuck, I just want to die!'
It was completely unimaginable for a mere employee to wake up in her boss's house. To her, there was nothing more humiliating than having her boss see her in such a state.
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