"Seriously, don't wear that skirt again," Nanami said bluntly, sitting at the edge of his bed and glancing down at his watch.

A pang of mixed emotions hit him, knowing that the person lying behind him, in his bed, in his apartment, was the child of his friend and business colleague. He had been unable to resist when he first saw you, introduced by your father as a new worker in their shared company, explaining that you'd be here for the summer to help out and earn some money.

"Such outfits aren't appropriate for a job like this, you know? You meet with our clients, and they might get the wrong idea." He continued, looking over his shoulder at your sprawled-out form on the bed. He tried to convince himself he was just being rational, not possessive and jealous that others might see what he considered his. "Your father didn't tell you?" Nanami sighed, removing his glasses to clean them.