There I sat the next morning on his kitchen stool, swinging my legs.

A towel is wrapped around my wet hair as I occasionally sipped on the smoothie he made me. Reading my book, I take my hand off the glass to flip the page, leaving a slight wet mark from the smoothie's condensation.

Klein is standing in front of me just staring at me. For the first 10 minutes, I felt extremely small and uncomfortable, but a little bit after that I've just accepted that he's a creepy creeper.

A cute one, I must admit.

Every once in a while, I'll peek up at him and shoot him a small smile. He'll look at me and slightly blink out of acknowledgment, but it's hard to crack a toothy smile out of that man.

The smoothie he made me is pretty hefty and I think he wants to make sure I finish it. He was extremely angry once I told him I only ate his soup yesterday.

It wasn't my fault he was ignoring me, though. Which I still don't completely understand why he did.

Today, Esther is going to pick me up. That is in a few hours. Yes, I'm excited. But I'm slightly sad as well. This time spent with my boss has been a rollercoaster of emotions, but in the end, my heart skips a few beats whenever I see him.

I think I could label this as a crush.

I'm not sure he feels the same because he always stares at me with an intense expression. Sometimes I can get a small chuckle, but it never lasts longer than 2 seconds.

Also, this is the longest I've ever been without taking my pills. Yes I've been shaking a bit here and there, but overall, my anxiety has been at an all time low. And the whole entire reason is Klein.

I take another sip out of the smoothie and look up at him, "Klein, I have a question. Well, a few."

He nods, gesturing for me to continue.

"You have a brother living here?" I sip again.

He rolls up the cuffs of his black dress shirt, "That's just the room he sleeps in whenever he visits."

"Oh." I clear my throat, "Uh, how old are you?" I whisper questionably.

"30." He speaks immediately, scanning my face for a reaction.

My eyes widen a bit, "Okay."

He's 11 years older than I am?

"Is that fine with you?" He questions as he leans both arms against the counter.

I try to suppress an unexpected grin, but it still makes way onto my face, "Yes. I suppose it is." I look down to my lap.

He begins to make his way around the counter and I feel those reoccurring butterflies occur again.

"Do you think we'd get in trouble if someone ever saw us in a suggestive manner?" I continue to look down and play with my fingernails, "Y'know, considering our professional status.

He clicks his tongue while shaking his head, "You worry too much."

"Bad habit, I guess." I whisper.

Klein walks up next to me and lightly grabs my chin to direct my face towards his. He leans down slowly.

I close my eyes, as I feel his presence get close to mine. My legs involuntarily close as a response to his actions.

Instead of Klein's lips pressing against mine, he licks the corner of my mouth and the follows that by kissing my forehead.

"You had a little something." He whispers huskily as he removes his grip on my face and backs away.

Embarrassment runs to my face and shows through my cheeks as I feel every feeling flush away from me. I thought he was going to kiss me.

We stare at each other for a moment. He has a smug look on his face and I respond with a puzzled one. Why does he always tease me? It's all bark, no bite.

"All you have to do is ask." He taps the tip of my nose with his large finger and walks towards his personal office, leaving me very hot and bothered.

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"I would like to try wine with you one day." I say as I fold my clothes to put back in my suit case.

Klein is leaning against the room's doorframe with his hands in his pockets, watching me pack for the arrival of Esther.

"Red or white?" He questions from his position behind me.

I pause and turn around to look at him from my unattractive squatting position, "No, wine. I-I want to try wine. It's my mother's favorite."

He laughs to himself. The laugh he has usually gives me tingles, but right now I just feel made fun of.

"Red wine or white wine?"

I stare at him for a second as realization crashes in. Turning around quickly back to my suitcase, I mumble, "I don't care."

"Red wine or white wine!" I mock him in a deep voice, "Pft."

"If you're going to give me attitude, I'm going to have to say no." He deadpans.

I quickly stand up with my cat socks in my hands, "I'm sorry!"

"No you're not."

I quickly walk towards him, "Y-Yes I am!"

He doesn't make eye contact with me. Yes, his expression is the usual, but right now something feels different. It feels almost as if he is playing a game.

But I don't catch on, "Look at me! I'm sorry. I thought wine was only black or something- I don't-"

He turns his head further away from mine and puts his hand up, signaling for me to shoo out of the way.

I scrunch my nose, grab his hand, and quickly pull him towards me.

I lock lips with Klein without thinking as he gasps out of surprise. Both of my hands reach up and cup his face to push it harder against mine.

My sudden action felt so very needed. When he kissed me last night, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It brought me so much pleasure and I'd love to feel that way a million more times. If someone told me it felt this good to kiss, I would've tried it sooner.

I close my eyes softly and tilt my head slightly to the right. The connection of our mouths grow deeper and I try my best to take over.

After a few more moments of sensual, soft movement, I finally pull back. All the confidence I had a few seconds ago immediately disappears.

I once again wipe my slobber filled lips with the the back of my hand and try to hide my hot, red face.

"How-"

"I watched a v-video called 'How To Kiss: The Basics' before bed last night." I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, "I had to clear my history after though. I didn't want Esther seeing."

"But! That's besides the point. That was an a-apology kiss."

"What's an apology kiss?" He tilts his head.

I rock back and forth on my feet, "Something I just made up."

He stares at me with hooded eyes for a moment.

"I-I'm sorry. Is that weird of me? I don't know when things are really appropriate..." I trail.

Klein bites his lower lip for the first time ever. The mere sight of his lip getting caught between his perfect teeth can put any girl in a coma, including me.

"You're so cute." He grabs me by the waist, pulls me in, and quickly pecks my lips again, "Go grab your suitcase. She's outside."

I look up at him with doe eyes and a toothy smile before nodding and turning around to retrieve my bags. Klein harshly slaps my behind. I let out a yelp and quicken my pace.

"I'll let you try wine soon, little one."