Chapter 22: Dipping High Heels II

“This is ridiculous. Get up.” impatiently, he orders, “Go get some rugs or just go get the janitor to clean this up.”

I turn slightly stunned at his words, “Really?” I don't have to lick the floor anymore? But, “What about you? Your face and shirt are all messed up…”

Looking at himself, Jamie gives another long sigh, “It's no big deal.” unexpectedly, he chooses to spare me, “I have some spare clothes in the bathroom. I can take a quick bath.” he said.

Thanks, God. Thanks, Jamie. I promise not to dip my high heels in your coffee ever again. EVER.

Seeing Jamie standing up from the chair and walking towards his private bathroom, thinking that maybe I can help, I follow him at the back.