The XL CEO's Templation

Weni found herself lost in thought amidst the chaos of the jam-packed train. It wasn't her first experience with the hectic morning commute, reminiscent of Tokyo's rush hour. But what had her puzzled was the sensation brewing below.

"Is this what her gal pals were gabbing about? The train creepers?" Weni pondered inwardly. Trying to maneuver in this sardine can was like wrestling a greased pig, especially with the persistent bump from the guy behind her. As a thirty-year-old virgin, she felt a wave of awkwardness but couldn't deny her curiosity about the owner of that bump.

After a station whizzed by, there was a bit more breathing room. Finally, she managed to pivot. Bingo! It was a dude! Her hunch was spot-on; he towered so high she had to crane her neck to see his face. He clung to the overhead luggage rack as if reaching for the stars, easily pushing 6'3". Meanwhile, Weni, even with her heels, barely cracked five feet.

"Sorry…" his voice trailed off amidst the chaos, cheeks flushing red.

Judging by his demeanor, he didn't seem like a creeper, and damn, he was easy on the eyes. Weni was momentarily speechless, diverting her gaze downward and clutching onto her bag strap.

 He seemed to understand her reaction to his apology.

As the train loosened up a bit, the guy managed to put some distance between them, but then, bam! Someone collided with him, causing him to stumble and land right on top of her, who found herself pinned against the train wall.

"Ugh!" Weni's exclamation was muffled as she felt a sharp jab in her gut. Holy moly, that felt even sharper! She couldn't believe it.

The guy quickly scrambled to his feet. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered.

"Gosh darn it, Rian, why'd he send such raunchy pics!" his inner monologue wrestled with the whirlwind of sensations coursing through his body.

Weni was even more flummoxed about how to respond.

******

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

Inside a swanky apartment suite complete with a luxurious bathtub, a man was having the time of his life with a bombshell blonde.

Moans reverberated through the room, mingling with the splashes of water as the two indulged in earthly delights.

"Ugh, ah… I… um… ah, can't believe that… uh… Asian dudes… are… amazing… their… stamina… is… ah…" the blonde bombshell seemed to be teetering on the edge, her hands gripping the bathtub edge, eyes half-lidded, biting her lip, feeling the relentless thrusts that kept her body on a rollercoaster ride.

Each move made the blonde bombshell gasp for air, "uhh ahhh… Umm… Ahhh…" It wasn't their first rodeo, but the man was still going strong.

Slap!

Another slap landed on her peachy behind. "See! You still doubt Asian dudes' prowess! Even though they're not packing a sledgehammer, look at their endurance, it's been 30 minutes!" the man taunted with a wicked grin, pumping her peach like he was trying to start a lawnmower, leaving the blonde bombshell exhausted, leaning against the bathtub wall.

"Oh no, oh my God! I surrender, yeah… I was wrong… sorry… I won't underestimate… you… ah… Asian dudes again!" the blonde bombshell gasped for breath.

"Say you surrender!" the man demanded, slapping her behind again.

"Ah… sur…render…" she whispered weakly, pleasure and exhaustion intertwining as her body soaked in sweat and water.

"It's not over yet!" The man grinned, picking up the pace, kept moving until he reached climax, his body jerking, releasing warmth.

Slap! He smacked her once more.

"Ahh…" a long sigh of relief escaped simultaneously.

"Don't mess with Asian dudes!" he warned, getting ready to shower off. Before hopping in the shower, he grabbed his phone. Snapping a pic of the naked body that had just surrendered to him.

Click!

He grinned at the photo of the exhausted bombshell, still sprawled in the tub but now on her back with water sloshing around.

"Ah, it's been too long since I've had a romp like that! It feels so… satisfying!" the bombshell spread her arms, sinking into the remaining bathwater. It barely reached her ankles.

The man raised an eyebrow, sporting a victorious smile. "Consider this a gift for you!" he proudly declared. "This is a one-time deal. I'm not interested in you!"

"What did you just say?"

"I'm just here for a good time!"

"But I love you!"

"Bullshit!" The man replied nonchalantly, tapping away on his phone.

Sent!

He sent the pic to someone else.

Not sure how they ended up sitting face-to-face, their faces still flushed red from this morning's train incident.

Nameplate: The CEO Jonathan.

Seeing the nameplate on the desk made Weni's mouth go dry. So, the XL guy on the train was her potential boss?

"What's your name?"

"Weni Adriana, sir," She answered crisply.

"Experience?"

"I've been working as a secretary at Djarum Pentole for 10 years!"

"Big company, why'd you quit?"

"I quit because my friends teased me about being an old maid!" She blurted out too honestly, then quickly clamped her mouth shut.

Jonathan just cleared his throat upon hearing her response. "You resigned just because of some teasing, what if you face heavier pressure than that?"

"What kind of pressure, sir?"

"Overtime, targets, dealing with a ruthless boss, colleagues who stab each other in the back?" The potential boss queried.

Weni nodded quickly. "I can handle it as long as I don't have to deal with exes working in the same office and showing off their happiness, not to mention ganging up on me for being an old maid! Thanks to that cursed ex!" Her expression turned somber.

"Ahem." The potential boss cleared his throat again. This was the first time he'd conducted a job interview where the conversation circled back to exes. "What's the big deal about being teased as an old maid? As long as you're enjoying yourself, don't let it weigh you down. Everything will work out."

Weni lifted her head, giving her boss a stern look. "Sir, have you never been trapped by an ex? My ex was a manager at my workplace, he married my friend who I recommended for a job, a friend since junior high. I wouldn't mind if they stabbed me in the back and got married, but the problem is if they spread rumors to everyone. Everyone would tease me, compare me, even though I just want to work in peace!"

Jonathan cleared his throat again, this girl's issues were complicated. And the phrase "stabbed in the back" made Jonathan's face turn red. Oh, he remembered the incident on the train this morning, accidentally stabbing Weni in the back too.

"Ahem. Three-month probation. I'll observe your work before deciding!"

she frowned at him. "Three months, sir? Isn't that too long? Can't we just stick to one month of training? Because I promise to work like a horse as long as you don't tease my status!" her reply wasn't exactly polite.

Instead of getting annoyed, Jonathan cleared his throat again. "Well, you're 30 and still fretting, and I'm nearly 40 and I'm cool about it!"

"Hah! Sir, you're nearly 40 but you still look like you're 28!"

Her remark made his face flush red. "Now, now, don't go overboard, there's a big difference between 40 and the 20s." He tried to maintain his composure.

"Seriously, sir, when I first saw you, I thought, 'Wow, still young and already towering like this, filling up the train carriage with your body.'" She is honest.

"Oh, the train." Jonathan remembered their first encounter this morning. "My car is currently in customs, so I took the train as the simplest alternative. It's my first time taking the train and probably will be my first and last experience, sorry about that."

Weni furrowed her brows. "Sir, you've been apologizing to me since this morning. What did you do wrong?" She teased Jonathan, although she understood his apology. "You know, I even enjoyed it."

Hey yo, she threw fuel on the fire.