Encounter at a Bulgari Dinner

5

"Don't touch me. I'm your boss."

I looked up and glared at him.

Charles frowned and let go of me. "Are you sure you can walk back to your bedroom by yourself?"

I ignored him and walked on.

But why was the floor so slippery today?

"I'll get someone to redecorate the balcony tomorrow," I muttered, rubbing my heavy head.

Charles snickered and quickly walked in front of me, squatting down.

He grabbed my lower leg suddenly. I lost my balance and fell on his back.

"Put me down! I'm going to yell if you don't stop."

"Whatever. I'll carry you back to the bedroom first."

"I don't want to sleep. I need wine."

Charles gave me a pat on the thigh. "Stop moving."

"How dare you hit me?"

I trembled with anger. I grabbed his ear with both hands and whispered, "Charles, I guess I've spoiled you too much."

Charles drew a sudden breath and staggered.

Instinctively, I clasped his neck.

He tightened his body.

Then he asked uneasily, "What exactly are you angry about tonight, Nikki?"