Chapter 05. Where Are My Clothes

Again Anna cursed herself, why she became so stupid in front of this foreign man.

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"Ekhem, who are you?" said Anna with a perfectly erect body, facing the man who had spoken to her.

Find such a question, the man raised an eyebrow. He should be the one asking questions like that. After all, this is his house.

While on the other hand, Anna was cursing herself again. Why did such a question manage to escape her lips?

"Looks like you're still drunk," the man mumbled then turned around and reach for a glass filled with mineral water, he intended to give it to Anna but when he turned around the girl was already on the second floor running to his room.

"What happens with her again?" His monologue then followed the girl to his room.

Anna, who was already in the room, immediately locked and ran to all corners of the room, the bathroom did not escape her. She was looking for the clothes she wore last night.

Not finding a single thread of her clothes made her ruffle her hair roughly.

Huh?

She ran back to the mirror and found that her hair was straight and neat, no longer tangled. The faint fragrance wafting from her hair made her panic a little?

Who cleans her hair?

Who changed her clothes? Her soft skin with a masculine scent added to the negative thoughts in her head. As if not accepting that, Anna unbuttoned a few buttons of her shirt, then lightly touched her skin as far as her hand could go.

Could it be that man? No, She shook her head to reject the negative thoughts that seemed to be true.

Without waiting long Anna rushed out to ask for an explanation from the foreign man.

Walked hastily opened the door, because of panic, Anna did not notice that some of the buttons on the shirt she was wearing were wide open.

Bruck

Anna almost fell, after opening the door, somehow her body hit something very hard.

A hand that was so strong wrapped around her waist, her cheek pressed against the broad chest of a man she did not recognize.

Anna suddenly backed away and distanced herself from the man.

"Don't blame me, tell me, who ordered you are standing in front of the door" Anna said looking at the man.

This time, whatever the risk, Anna did not want to give in, and as much as possible wanted to take any advantage of the foreign man.

Whose fault is it to change her clothes without her knowledge? In Anna's mind at this moment, maybe the man had seen her whole body without a single thread.

Of course, the guy was a little annoyed with the girl who suddenly opened the door and bumped into him. Their hot skin that touched caused an unusual sensation especially for normal men like him.

"You'd better fix your shirt buttons before opening the door, or a..."

Anna immediately closed the door as fast as lightning, she didn't even wait for the man to finish his sentence.

Her cheeks were flushed red, her clothes completely half exposed.

Again, because of her carelessness, she humiliated herself.

Fixing the buttons of her shirt, took a deep breath, and then lightly slapped her cheek repeatedly, "Anna conscious, conscious. stop embarrassing yourself again."

Her hand then tried to grab the doorknob again and slowly opened it.

The figure of a man with his hand crossed in his chest and his body leaning against the wall entered her view.

With slow steps, Anna approached him.

"Sorry," she said quietly.

The man didn't answer and just stared at Anna intently.

"I-I want to go to work, may I know where my clothes are?" she asked slowly. She who previously had passionate anger and want to ask for an explanation regarding herself when she was drunk immediately shrank. Dare not ask further.

Seeing the man not responding, Anna became a little embarrassed.

'Calm yourself, Anna. Don't do anything rash and end up embarrassing yourself,' she thought.

"Dear sir, thanks for helping me, and pardon my rudeness. Now I want to go to work. Where are my clothes?" said Anna in a language that she thought was too much.

"In the trash," said the man then stay away from Anna.

"What..."

"It's still early, don't make a fuss in my house. I want to take a shower," he interrupted then entered another room on the second floor. Because of the Skinship earlier, now he wanted to soak in the cold water.

"Ah yes, there's food downstairs for you," he added before disappearing behind the door.

Anna, who saw the man's attitude and way of speaking, just stared blankly. She hadn't even said anything and the man had already bombarded her with a thousand sentences.

Left alone, Anna thought hard about how she would get out of the house in clothes that weren't as revealing as she was wearing now, an oversized shirt that was only half her thighs long.

Anna will not stay silent, she will do various ways, as long as she can get out of this house and work.

Her job is her top priority.