5. He Waiting For Me

After a few minutes, I finally arrived at my residence. I threw my body on my soft mattress with all the aches and pains in my lower part. How can I make love to someone I just met, even though he is my subordinate, where is my brain, why don't I reject him.

His touch makes me forget my self-esteem as a woman, am I so thirsty for men's touch, and caress that I am easy to control. I took off my dress and everything that was attached to my body and went into the spacious bathroom. Soaked in the bathtub which looked out onto the view of the pitch-black London skyline, with lights scattered below like stars in the sky.

While washing my hands and feet then rubbing my face gently with foam covering my body at this time and thinking. What should I do with the new chef tomorrow? I wanted to be angry but I enjoyed his touch ... even though it was rough and passionate as if he wanted me.

Just remembering it my body felt like he wanted to be touched again. It occurred to me. Can I invite him to be my scandal partner? But would any man want to put himself in danger?

Even though Louis might not care, the reporters will attack him. But is it true that Louis wouldn't care if he found out I was cheating on him?

I send text massage to my secretary: Can you come to the hotel and monitor the condition of the food at the party, report to me if our customers are dissatisfied with our service.

Naomi: Okay madam.

***

It's been a week since that incident, I never saw him again and I didn't fire him even though the resignation letter was on my desk. But I threw it away and told Naomi to tell the chef to keep working.

Moreover, yesterday's event was a great success because the guests enjoyed all the food and drinks served. Even though they admitted that they lacked sushi, they applauded it because the sushi was so delicious that they ate it beyond measure.

This is the first time my prediction was wrong. I thought people would be disappointed and angry with him because of the sushi, but they praised him. This means that he is the best chef who can melt the hearts of customers by creating flavors.

Naomi comes to my room and tells, "Madam... today's meeting is at 9 o'clock and they have all gathered in the room,"

"Okay... I'll be there now," I said. Naomi walked besides me. I entered the meeting room which was open to welcome me. I saw that all the chairs in front of me were filled with several managers and heads of their respective divisions, including the head chef. The man wearing an oversized white shirt appeared in front of me even though he was very far away.

The assistant manager opened the meeting by presenting the development of the hotel via the focus screen to the side. I listened carefully to the hotel's service satisfaction and guest comfort in terms of rooms, food, and other facilities.

In terms of food, they direct the head chef to explain what will be developed next. Suddenly my heart started beating fast when I heard his name being called. I tried to calm down when I saw him far away in front of me. I could still see his handsome face.

Handsome, hmm ... yeah handsome and passionate, I always remember that I took a deep breath and I saw that he was a little uncomfortable talking. Was what he felt the same as what I feel now, finally he also opened his voice.

"Eghm, I'm the head of the kitchen, even though I'm new, but when I saw the number of orders coming out of the kitchen, it exceeded the previous target. That's what I know from last month's report," he said while holding the paper he was reading.

"Good..." I said

"But..." he trailed off when our eyes met and fell silent for about 5 seconds later.

"There are lots of new menus that I want to create. Can I promote them straight away?" he said again formally

"If there is, please promote it and continue to be creative with various kinds of menus to make customers addicted, even if you can attract new customers so they want to try the new menu," I said professionally.

"Yes madam," he answered firmly After several people reported the results of this month's performance. The meeting was over and I returned to my room to fulfill all my responsibilities not to mention I had to go to several other hotels and they were also waiting for me.

"Prepare the car, I have to go to branch hotel," I said to my assistant follow me.

"Yes Madam"

***

At 5 p.m

After checked 5 hotel branches and checking out several of my restaurants, I went home and felt tired, not to mention holding back my feelings in front of the chef.

Oh my God, what's wrong with this heart. Why do I want him to touch me again and even want his hot kisses?

The long and slightly congested journey went faster than I expected because I had a lot on my mind. When I arrived at my residence, the large car that usually only sat there temporarily was parked in the garage.

"It doesn't matter? Usually, it takes 2 to 3 weeks and it's only been a week since he came home" I whispered to myself.

The waiter opened the door before I rang the bell

"Sir is home?" I asked casually to the waiter in case it was just the car.

"Yes Madam, it was 2 hours ago and he was upstairs."

"2 hours? Upstairs? In my room?"

Usually, he only goes upstairs at night and even then when he's drunk because his room is downstairs. We have divided the territory. He's downstairs because he travels a lot and I'm on top. Does he want to ask about my news maybe. I immediately went upstairs and checked to see if he was really in my room

I opened the bedroom door and I saw him sitting relaxed on the sofa in front of my bedroom window while reading the newspaper with his suit still on.

"You're finally home," he said, looking at me and lowering the newspaper he was reading

I was just silent, was he waiting for me?

"Yeah, what's wrong. If you have something to say, say it. It looks like you want to go again."

He got up from the chair and walked closer to me, "Do you want me not to go, " he said with a teasing smile. Is he drunk again or taking the wrong medicine?

My lips grinned upwards without realizing it. "Huh, since when do I have the right to want or not want to," I said without looking at him, avoiding him, walking towards the walk-in closet

"You're my wife, so it's natural that you don't want me to go you should know where I'm going," he said as if he had forgotten the conditions he had previously given him not to interfere in all his affairs.

I frowned, "Wife? Wow, it's rare for me as a wife to talk again to my husband after 5 years ago and you should just text me where you're going, because we haven't even been chatting like husband and wife. I shouldn't be surprised when journalists interview me about where you took your lover," I said without pausing and made him listen carefully to everything I said.

He looked at me without blinking, watching all my movements when putting down my bag, shoes, and watch. I looked for my bathrobe but I wanted to take it into the bathroom because it was foreign to me to take off clothes in front of him.

When I wanted to go to the bathroom he walked quickly toward me while pulling me into the walk-in closet

"What do you want... say it quickly. I'm tired all day and want to take a shower quickly!" I snapped and threw his hand away.

"I'm also tired of waiting for you for 2 hours and let's take a shower," he said and took off his jacket and stretched his tie. I just looked at him strangely.

"If you want to take a shower, you go first. I want to soak..." I said again and wanted to get away but his hand pulled me back and I threw him away again. I saw his expression stiffen a bit and didn't like it but he suppressed it.

"Me too... I want to relieve the fatigue in my brain.. we can soak together. Luckily the bathtub is big, isn't it?" while throwing off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt one by one, he grinned and seemed to belittle me. Shit! There must be something he wants to do to me.