Anna
My heavy eyelids lift greeting the warmth of the sun's rays caressing my skin. I stretch my body, causing something to dislodge from my face and fall to the side. Pursing my lips, I lazily reach out and inspect it on my pillow, only to discover a damp piece of fabric. My brows knit as I pick it up and move to my view.
I flip the cloth to the otherside of the bed and jolt up straight reaching for my phone on the cupboard close by. I switch it on to check the time and my eyes widen horror. The wallpaper displayed on the screen is the photo of myself and Mr. Han in the car. My lips spread to an uneven smile when realisation hits me hard. I look around and that's when I notice my surroundings. I'm not laying on my bed, it's not my phone and not my room. I run my hair through my hair as I replace the phone, confirming I'm at Mr. Han's place amd his phone,  the wallpaper. My mind recalls his words yesterday.
Is he really interested in me? But why, we've only met for a short period of time and I don't think he would fall in love for someone soon. He mist be plays to make me uncomfortable and find things difficult. He enjoys putting me in awkward situations after all our firat meeting wasn't polite.
Darn it, I shouldn't have fallen asleep in the taxi. How comes I didn't feel anything when I was asleep? I pull my hair in frustration, taking deep breaths in and out. Once my mind and heart is stable, I get off from the bed and walk ahead. My vision lands on a full length mirror slanted to the wall.
I'm in a mess.
Looking at the mirror I did my hair and made myself look good, I don't wanna stay in front of him as a broomstick.
With each step, I carefully tiptoe, attempting to maintain absolute silence. Perhaps he is still asleep, and I can make my exit without disturbing him. As I step out of the room and enter the hallway, my movements come to an abrupt halt. There he is, standing in the midst of arranging the table. My eyes fixate on him, taking in every detail. He is dressed in a pair of charcoal grey pants that gracefully fall just below his knees, paired with a simple white t-shirt. I promptly stand straight tucking the stray of strands behind my ears when he looks at me and grins.
Why is he doing this to me? Is he flirting for fun? However, it effects, to tell the truth it effects me, I sometimes get all those weird feelings in my body for him which I'd never got from Dylan or even my ex.
"Good morning," he greets.
A spontaneous smile makes its way on my lips, " Good morning."
"I've arranged breakfast," he says , placing the glass of milk next to the plates.
"Huh?" 
"Ms. Anna, do you find me attractive now?" He smirks as he grabs the cutlery from the holder.
I stare at him, his words repeating in my head. He walks toward me and stands in front of me.
"What?" I ask looking up at him, my voice was low without any intentions.
"Because you keep staring at me." He chortles and l8fts his arm. I don't budge, as I'm engrossed in a different world. As I feel his touch on ny forehead I blink, realising I've not done that for a while.
"The temperature has gone down a bit," he says. "You can take a day off today," he informs inserting his hands into his pockets, he bends low to meet my height.
And every time he does that it made me feel something different, I get this weird in ny stomach and my the sensation of heat frawling over skin.
Anna get out of your crazy thoughts, my body and my organs are beginning to betray me and my mind and heart is gonna have a war for sure.
"Fresh up and come let's have breakfast," he utters softly, his gentle voice resonating in myvears as he pats my head and strides to the table. A hot wave of blood roses over ny neck to my cheeks, and feel them heated. I rush into my house, running to the washroom directly. I stare at the mirror, watching myself. What's happening to me? The corners of my lips slightly twitch as I recall his gesture. Shaking my head, I slap ny cheeks pulling myself out of stupid thoughts and I stay under the shower, the warm water easing my skin.
With towel tied around my wet hair, I stroll into my room with the bathrobe on. Scanning the dresses in the wardrobe I loft my arm to pick my clothes and my hand pauses in mid air to cacophony the noise I just heard.
Someone is screaming and it seems like a woman. I hear it again and my eyes fall put ofbits socket realising the owner of the voice, it's Mr. Han. I rush out to the doorway and a shriek leaves ny lips as I notice the paw prints on the floor. 
"Shit," I mumble under my breath hurrying to the opposite house where my boss is screaming his lungs out.
The scene in front of me is horrific, I just don't know whether I should be laughing at his behaviour or feel sorry for the kitten, the kitten is in front of him a few distance away, trying to walk forward and he is in a position like he is playing javelin holding a broomstick trying to push the kitten away.
Mr Han the one who gives orders, popular, handsome, is now pushing a little kitten with a broom stick. If the kitten is not in this situation I would definitely fall into fits of laughter.
I hurry towards them to help the kitten, but he drops the broomstick and holds my shoulders, jumping behind me, hiding his enormous self behind me.  Seriously, how can he hide that figure of his behind mine?
The kitten tries to walk towards him ,maybe it likes him but he shoves my body to the left and right following the its footsteps, every time his body brushed over mine it gave me tinglings.
"Get that little thing away, Ms Anna," he barks, pulling me over his chest, which made my shoulders to hit on his hard chest. He tries to frighten the little creature by kicking out his right leg, but it just purrs and looks at him.
"Shoo shoo," He shouts behind my body, but I stay still unable to do anything as his closeness is working some magic in my body.
Okay, I should not be feeling this way, and I just hate it, I just don't like to agree with the fact that staying with him seems familiar and I'm starting to like it. 
"Go away," he screams as the kitten sits and looks at us. Getting out of my thoughts, I step forward, and the poor creature runs into my house.
"Pets are banned here, Ms. Anna, and I'm sure you know it." He grunts.
I spin around and gaze at him I look at him. At the sight of him, the laughter which I was holding in, bursts out. "I never knew Mr Han is afraid of kittens!" I tease.
"I'm just allergic to its fur." he retorts, maintaining his pride. However, his face betrays him, flushed with embarrassment, and he looks undeniably adorable. If I were his girlfriend, I would surely stand on my tippy toes and plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. He resembles a kid who is caught up for stealing a cookie.
"Is it? I'm sure that this will go viral if I upload online." My laughter fills up his hall, imagining the comments below this topic. My stomach begins to ache from the sheer hilarity of the situation, and a single tear escapes my eye. Clutching my stomach, I attempt to calm myself by taking deep breaths, but I couldn't stop. It's truly amusing to witness this situation, and I feel incredibly fortunate to be the one to enjoy the scene. 
"Ms Anna," he calls out his voice low, he tames a step forward and that totally brought me up. My laughter stops for a moment and I look up at him trying not to burst out as he is staring down at me.
"Seems like you are enjoying the situation.” he utters as he takes another step forward.
"In vain I could have taken a photo you  flushed up." I say laughing out again.
"Is it?” he steps forward, the gap between us shrinking bit by bit.
"Yes it is," I giggle taking a step back.
"You would?" he steps again.
"Yes I would," I chuckle, raising a brow challengingly as I step back, our gazes fixed.
"Lets see who gets flushed up and all  He smirks and my eyes widen, the laughter I couldn't hold gone as he ran his right arm around waist and pulls me to his chest. 
Everything went still, I was enjoying teasing him few minutes back but now it turned into something else, I feel something in the pit of my stomach, a fluttering sensation and my heart thundered in my chest. I stare up at him and he stares down at me his eyes soft but that smirk is still on his face. 
I blink and my hands slide up to his broad shoulders on its own as he wraps his other arm around my waist and lifts me, my feet a little away from the groud. 
My body is betraying me ,I wish to push him away, but I didn't. His closeness makes me numb, and that eyes, forces me to not look away.
Gosh, I think I should visit a doctor as I'm going crazy right now.
He moves his face lower leaving a few inches away from mine. His chine lowers and I close my eyes in response. I don't know why I am doing it. Maybe I want to test myself ro see I have the urge to push him away or maybe I want to kiss him again. To feel his lips on mine again. And maybe, the second reason is what I'm feeling right now. He feel him even closer until we inhale each other's breath. 
"My girl is all flushed up.” he whispers in my right ear and my eyes shoot open. He carries me even higher that my lips brush over his chin, and gazes straight into my eyes. The left corner of his lips quirks to a smirk. "What did you expect mw to do?" He asks, his voice low and husky. However, this is not the time for me to admkre him, this is humiliating. 
Why did I close eyes? What did I expect him to do? Why can't I do anything? My body stops functioning, I hate it, I hate being still, but I love this feeling. A battle rages within me, a debate between my rational mind and my passionate heart.
I fix my gaze on him, my head slightly tilted back, observing his every move. A mischievous smirk dances upon his lips as he leans in closer, but just as he inches forward, I instinctively place my palm on his lips, gently pressing it against his mouth and feel the warmth of his smile against my skin. I find myself lost in his ryes, captivated by the depth and tenderness.
He is such an annoying being, but when he looks at me that, it does make fmne feel special.
"Anna!" Dylan's loid call brings me back to reality.
Moving my hand away I wiggle in his grip.
Leave!" I whisper as he still hilds me tight to his chest.
"Mr Han, let me go," I say again, my voice a little louder than a whisper, but he doesn't budge. Instead he lowers in a blink of an eye his lips an inch away from mine.