"You are the most jealous woman I know."

He says coldly when you ask about his office mate who often talks to him. How could it not be, she is his secretary. You looked at him with a bent face.

"You know another woman??"

He groaned, a drop of sweat slipped down his forehead. His eyes widened when he saw you this time, afraid that you would sulk again.

"It's not like that, love...."

He seduces you with his hand which starts to gently stroke your cheek.