BABYSITTING THE BOSS
I feel like I'm his lover.
Oh, Kitsune. You're such a cute.
Since waking up this morning, I was on all fours, making sure every inch the Kitsune descended upon was spotless. After a quick breakfast, I dashed upstairs, just in time for the Kitsune to rise from his heavenly bed.
"Boss, you're having a shower?" I asked when I heard the shower running and saw piles of clothing scattered all over the floor.
"Yeah," came his muffled voice from somewhere inside the bathroom suite.
"Should I get your clothing ready?" I picked up his shirt and discarded it in the laundry basket.
"Yeah."
"What type? It's predicted to be sunny today. Polo shirt? T-shirt? Shorts?"
"Suit, tie, and blazer."
I stood up stiffly, eyes staring at the partially closed door in disbelief. "But, boss, you'll be staying at home all day. Why do you need to dress in formal wear?"
"Because I want to. You got a problem with that?"
Umm. Must have been his way of showing off again. It wasn't enough that he was boasting in my face every day about how wealthy he was. He had to remind me every single minute that I was his coffee machine and maid.
Suddenly, the door of bathroom was open. I turning around, and--
Kitsune. Naked.
I blinked. Then smiled.
"Boss, you don't need towel?"
I looked at him with amused. Kitsune ignored me, just standing like Adonis the naked statue, leaning against the doorframe.
I still can't moves my eyes from him. And of course, my heart was dancing to the song of temptation, too.
"Stop looking too much. It's not like you've never seen me naked before."
Does Kitsune know I peeked on his bath time before?
"Boss, I remind you. Don't tease me too much." I'm warning him.
No sound came from Kitsune. He strode toward me, his manly goods hanging and all.
"Aki!"
"Yes, boss." I answered immediately.
"I need help."
"What is that?"
"Get me my pants," Kitsune commanded, voice perfectly in control.
"Okay." I walked to his opened wardrobe, picking a pair Armani dress pants.
"Help me get dressed."
"Are you sure, boss? Do you want me to touch your banana again?"
Kitsune jaws ticked.
"It's not a banana. It's my dick," he shot out blunty, annoyed at my term for his dick.
"Okay, boss. I'll touch it."
"The hell are you talking about? I'm not asking you to touch it."
"But, boss. I can't help without touch it." I tried again to annoyed him.
"Aki, are you the boss or am I the boss?"
I go to him and pinched his chin. "You're the boss, boss," I mumbled with seductive voice.
"You want to die?" A straight, blunt reply.
"Do I have another choice?" I looked at him.
"No." Kaede hissed in my face. "Take your job seriously."
"I am taking it seriously," I snapped.
"The fuck!" Kaede was on his knees, hand cradling his precious manhood. He whined, his face going red. Because I pinch his banana.
"What the fuck did you do to my dick?"
"Sorry, boss. I didn't mean to hurt your banana. I just can't help." I rushed out the door just in case he decided to attack me.
"I told you, don't tease me too much. If you want, just asking. I'm ready to part with my virginity."
"Who said I want your virginity...? The fuck!" He howled, bending over, a pained expression on Kitsune face.
I didn't listen or look any further. I sprinted out of his bedroom like lightning.
Half an hour later, I'd finished cooking. Kaede, though, still hadn't made his appearance. And just when I was about to serve the breakfast, Sakuragi came sauntering in.
"Yo, Sakuragi," I greeted him.
"Yo, Akira." Sakuragi returned my sentiment, slumping into a seat. As soon as he saw my face, he asked, "Did you do something to the boss again? Why you smiling happily?"
"Who, me? Smiling?" I chuckled. "You should ask what boss did to me."
"What did he do to you?"
"He..."
"Doaho. Scram." A deep voice came from behind my shoulder.
"Boss, you're here." I grinned stupidy.
"Yo, boss. Food?" Sakuragi suggested. Food always made angry people happy. "Don't know what Akira was making, but it looks deli--"
"Doaho! Scram!"
"Yes, boss." And Sakuragi did scram with his tail between his legs, a wounded look on his face.
Save me some food, Sakuragi mouthed to me.
"Don't worry. I'll save you some. See you tonight." I waved at Sakuragi off as he exited the door.
Kaede grunted to grab my attention. So I greeted him with my best kept secret. My seductive smile.
"Boss, please sit down. I have good food for you."
Kaede stood with arms folded across his chest, face as sour as grape juice. My attempt to please him didn't work.
At least I should give it another shot. I guided him to his chair. "Boss, don't be mad about before. I want to apologize. I didn't--"
"Don't get overly friendly with Sakuragi. He might cling to you. He is gay."
"Oh. What about you, boss?" I snapped
Kaede ignored me and extracted the chair and slumped into it himself. Then he leaned forward, eyes searching for something.
"What are you looking for?" I asked, peering at whatever he was looking at.
"You're not thinking of poisoning me again, are you?" That face was full of suspicious.
I laughed. "Boss, if I wanted to poison you, I would have done it ages ago."
"No seafood, shellfish, or marine animals?"
"None. Zilch. Zero. All is good."
"What is this, anyway?" Kitsune tapped at the bowl of porridge, finding interest in my food.
"Rice porridge. Otherwise known as congee," I proudly announced.
Kaede looked at me dumbly. Guess he was pretty dense in the area of food. I tossed him my smarty-pants smile and explained to him what congee was.
"Child's play. Italians don't eat congee," he stated like the almighty god he was.
"Ahem. I was brought up with lots of Asian friends, and when you're sick, you eat congee. So eat congee and you'll be better in no time."
"What is this thing?" Kaede turned his attention to the pickled cabbage dish next to the congee.
"Kimchi."
"Isn't that a Korean side dish?"
"Yep."
"What's that got to do with the congee?"
Good point. It had nothing to do with congee. But I liked it. And that was all I cared about. So I put my rationale forth.
"Korean plus Cambodian. Kimchi plus congee. Delicious. Fabulous."
"Rice glue and chili cabbage." Kaede glared at me, a disgusted look on his face. "You're sick, Aki. I'm not eating it." He shoved the two dishes across the table, lips pouting.
"My, my. Boss, don't be fussy. It's delicious. I have it all the time when I'm sick. It's delish." I slid the two dishes across to him again so the smell of kimchi could suffocate his nose.
"For you, but not to me. Order me pizza."
"Sick people don't eat pizza. Now eat that congee." I reprimanded, gaining the upper hand. "Sick people should listen to healthy people. Now eat."
"Aki, I don't know how to eat this thing. What do you eat it with? A fork?"
"Spoon, boss."
"Show me."
Wow. He was seriously like a kid when he was sick. But I did help him because I was kindhearted and generous.
I smiled gleefully and picked up the spoon, dipping it into congee and offering it to Kitsune. He didn't take the spoon from my hand. He tipped his head forward and grabbed the spoon with his mouth, slipping the congee down his throat.
I feel warmth. That action was a bit intimate.
"Well?" My voice humble.
"Again. I haven't got the taste right yet."
I dipped some more for him. Kaede opened his mouth, then closed it again, his head turning to me, questions lurking his eyes.
"You know I can't eat chili."
"It's all right. This kimchi isn't hot. It's only the color. But if you don't want to eat it, then let's just stick to the congee."
Kaede shrugged and continued to use my hand as his spoon. "Still can't taste anything."
I laughed, feeding him more. "You're not supposed to taste anything with the congee. It's supposed to taste bland."
Kaede didn't comment further. He was too busy gulping down the porridge like he hadn't eaten in a century. For a mafia boss who in the beginning was as scary as hell, he sure tossed up a soft side when he was sick. I smiled to myself. My heart smiled, too.
What a baby you are, Kitsune.
"So, how was it?" I asked, when his bowl was licked clean.
"Passable," he muttered, dabbing a napkin to his lips.
"Right. Just passable, boss. The bowl looks so clean I don't think I need to put it in the dishwasher."
Kaede jerked his head, snapping at me. "Clean up. I'm going to get some work done." He shoved himself off the chair and strode to the door.
Ah, Kitsune back to the devil mafia boss again. But his last sentence caught my attention.
"But, boss, I thought you were sick. You're not supposed to work today. That's why I've been babysitting you all morning."
"Who said I was sick? I'm as tough as a boar. Get back to work. You've got a full house to clean, and laundry is piling up. I want my shirts pressed and coffee on my desk in ten minutes. Get to it, perverted dick."
I watched Kaede exit, wanting so much to strangle his neck.
Someday, I will show you. What is perverted dick. You wait, Kitsune.