Your gaze killed me

After a busy day, Jonathan glanced at the clock. "It's already time to leave the office," he muttered to himself, realizing that he had forgotten about Weni waiting for him to finish work. Closing his laptop, he noticed Weni's sleeping face on the chair and rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"Goodness, I forgot she was here!" he exclaimed. "The event starts at 5 p.m. We still have an hour, but there's not enough time to go to the salon. I'll just tell her to wear whatever clothes are in the sample products room!" he decided to himself.

Half an hour later, he emerged, now dressed in a patterned silk shirt, luxury watch adorning his wrist, slicked-back hair, branded belt, slim-fit trousers ending just above the ankles, complete with a leather clutch and fashionable loafers.

"Wen, wake up!" he said, patting Weni's cheek as she continued to snore on the sofa. "Weni, wake up!"

Still no response, so he sat in front of her at the table. "Weni!" he called out.

"Eek!" Finally, Weni startled awake, but she was more shocked to see Jonathan's sarcastic face in front of her. She wiped the drool off her cheek with the back of her hand. "Sir!" she exclaimed, annoyed.

"How long are you planning to sleep? I've given you time, and yet you're still clueless!" he said, irritated.

"It's because of you. You fed me too much. When I'm full, I get sleepy. And couldn't you wake me up more gently? You're annoying! I was dreaming about being kissed by V from BTS, when else would I get a dream like that?" she complained.

"I don't care! Go take a shower!" Jonathan pointed to the door. "Who's this V from BTS?"

Weni furrowed her brow. "Sir, where are we? We're still in the office. Why are you telling me to take a shower?" She looked at Jonathan's changed appearance. "When did you change clothes?"

"Don't talk too much, go take a shower! Change your clothes! I've prepared everything in the room."

"In the room?" Weni peeked, but there was no room, only racks filled with documents. "I was the one sleeping, and now you're the one dreaming," Weni said, puzzled.

Jonathan grabbed her wrist, leading her to the side door, which seemed to blend into the wall, but there was a button. The door opened to reveal a spacious room, complete with all the amenities of a luxurious apartment.

"Go take a shower!" He pushed her inside the private room.

Rather than obeying what Jonathan ordered, Weni admired the amazing room around her. "Wow, there's a king-size bed, a mini kitchen, and a bathroom. My goodness, you can work and live here at the same time. The facilities for rich people are indeed different," she marveled.

Jonathan slapped his forehead. "I told you to take a shower, not to inspect the room!" He followed her into the room. "I can't leave you alone, I'm afraid you'll fall asleep here! Go take a shower! I'll wait for you here!"

He crossed his legs and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand pressing the AC remote, turning on the air conditioning as he waited for Weni, casting a sarcastic glance at her. "Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

"Sir, you're not going to do anything weird, right?" she appeared fearful and hesitant.

Jonathan took a deep breath. "My name is Jonathan Widjaya. This is my family's company, this is my private room in the office. You can take a picture if you want. If you're in danger, just spread it to the media!" he said smoothly.

"But if you kill me, how can I spread your photo to the media? If you mutilate me and feed me to sharks, I can only say goodbye!"

"Don't daydream too much. If I want to do something with a woman, I can just pay for it. Why bother with interviews and official channels? Do you know, I can enter a nightclub and women will crawl around me like ants fasting for a century!"

She gave him a cynical glare. "Because you're rich. If I were rich, my ex wouldn't have cheated on me!"

"Go take a shower!" Jonathan urged, moving his legs to prompt her to rush into the bathroom.

"Sigh, did I pick the wrong person? My head hurts!" he sighed as he lay back on the bed.

"The event starts at 7, opening remarks, speeches, and so on, until the main event around 9. There's still time. I want to take a rest..." He slowly began to enjoy the comfortable bed and the cool air, his eyes closing tightly.

Impressed by the luxurious bathroom, Weni had to remain vigilant and self-aware. She carefully examined the bathroom for hidden cameras, and when she felt it was safe, she finally showered and grabbed a pajama towel as clothing before leaving the room. Rather than leaving immediately, she peeked through the partially opened door.

"Sir... where are my clothes?" she asked. Jonathan had already discussed her clothing, but she didn't know where they were placed.

There was no response. Then, she stepped out, hands on her hips, to see Jonathan asleep on the bed.

"See! The atmosphere in this office makes you sleepy!" she exclaimed in frustration, recalling how Jonathan had disturbed her sleep earlier. She went to the closet and found a knee-length black dress with a ribbon at the back.

"Wow, the dress is pretty, but why does it only have a ribbon at the back? What if it slips?" she wondered aloud. "Oh, there's a transparent strap. But is a dress like this suitable for my body?"

She shook her head, lacking confidence. "But for the sake of 50 thousand, Wen, this dress seems expensive. Come on, Wen, if I had 50,000, I could rent a room, pay off debts, and escape from the hellish house my stepmother created!" she motivated herself.

Weni finally convinced herself and put on the dress with transparent straps, tied with a ribbon at the back. Her slender body, fair skin, and rounded chest looked beautiful and stunning in the black dress.

She glanced again at the contents of the wardrobe, finding perfume, makeup sets, and a hair stylist. "Does that guy use all of these tools for himself? Or are these from his previous girlfriends?" she wondered, stealing a glance at Jonathan who was still asleep.

"Never mind. What's important is getting 50,000!" she said to herself again, applying a thin layer of makeup with her hair styled into loose curls at the bottom. Finally, there were three options for high heels, and she chose the red ones, matching the motif of Jonathan's silk shirt.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror and satisfied, she went to Jonathan, waking him up.

"Sir, wake up!"

The soft scent of her perfume wafted over Jonathan's sense of smell as he took a deep breath. It was the fragrance of an unreleased product sample.

"Sir, I'm done!" Bending down, she whispered in Jonathan's ear.

Plip!

Jonathan's eyes opened, and her face was close to him, his hand reflexively grabbing her arm.

"Sir..." Weni was puzzled by his grip on her hand.

I thought I wanted to kiss and melt into his embrace, but just the intensity of his gaze had my heart racing.