Dexter had just finished his bath. His hair was wet, and he wore a white shirt with two top buttons open, revealing his exquisite collarbone.
Water droplets flowed from his hair strands and down his neck. Josie widened her eyes and gulped.
Dexter suddenly stopped toweling his hair and narrowed his eyes. “Josie? Why are you here?”
“I… I came to deliver breakfast.”
Suddenly, Josie found herself stuck in a quandary. It was too awkward to stay but too rude to leave. She clumsily pointed at the food on the table.
Josie tried to figure out how she could explain that she did not mean to see him in this state. She did not know that he could bathe here.
Dexter was suspicious of her and went to the desk to have a look. He seemed seductive as he bent over it.
Then, he read the sticky note and smirked. “At least you have some conscience.”
But what are these oily things?
Before Josie could explain, sounds of conversations came from outside. It seemed the staff at the secretary’s office had arrived.
Oh no, what will people think if they see me? Josie panicked and made frantic gestures to Dexter, pleading with him to help her.
Dexter pursed his lips and took the breakfast on his desk. “Follow me.”
Then, he closed the break room door and locked it.
Soon, someone knocked on the door. It was Ivy. “Mr. Russell, are you in there? I noticed water droplets on the floor.”
Josie leaned against the door. Her heart was in her throat. She even forgot to breathe.
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