38 Still Hurt

"See you tomorrow, Yanee. Good night…"

The soft and gentle baritone partnered with that easygoing smile, made Yanee's brain cells and heart stop working. She stood there frozen on the spot in front of the elevators as the man turned around and walked away towards his own suite. She remained watching his broad back until he disappeared behind the door.

Er…

Yanee snapped out of her trance as soon as the door made a clicking noise when it shut, and she involuntarily shivered.

"What are you doing, Yanee Lee?" she grumbled as she semi-ran towards her own suite.

As soon as she entered her room, she closed the door and leaned against it. Her heart still beat fast, most especially when she remembered her boss' smile, and she forced herself to calm down.

"I'm not having a crush on the potato, right?" she asked herself suspiciously before quickly shaking her head.

Nah, it couldn't be.