A Silent Understanding

Daxon had long realized that Amina is a very organized woman. She liked things simple and minimal. She was also a borderline neat freak. He smiled as he felt Amina follow him. Just to tease her more, he went straight to her bed and lay on it. He crossed his leg over the other and placed his hands under his head as he lay on her bed comfortably ignoring the look of terror on Amina's face which had a hint of redness in it. 

As Daxon lay there…embraced by Amina's scent, he found himself slowly getting comfortable in it that he didn't want to get up and go back to his room. Amina's bed was better than his bed. It was more comfortable and he knew exactly why. 

Because it was where Amina sleeps. 

Amina stood a few feet away from the bed and she stared at her boss shocked. He was laying comfortably on her bed as if he was preparing to sleep while he was watching a food documentary that was now airing on the TV. 

What is she going to do?