I knocked carefully on the door. I looked at my watch and it's almost 10pm. I need to wake him up or else he'll miss his meds.
“Mr Kim…” I called out. I didn’t hear any reply or any sound. He must be sleeping. I slowly opened the door to his room and tiptoed inside.
The man is sleeping. I carefully took small strides to the man sleeping on his work table, too scared to make a sound. His head is resting on his folded arms.
I sat down on the chair opposite him. I couldn’t help but to stare at the beautiful face of the sleeping man.
“He looks so much like a cat.” I muttered to myself.
I wanted to laugh at myself. Other people would describe a sleeping person as angel or baby, but I nonchalantly called this man a cat.
“But he sure is like a cat.” Unconsciously, my gaze automatically fell on his arms. This man sure is furry, just like a cat. I always took notice of his arms.
“See? You are indeed a cat man.”
Without a second thought, I slowly caressed his arms, playfully tugging at the soft thin arm-hairs that matted his muscled arms. His arm-hairs are different than the usual arm-hairs I have seen from the other men. His were long but super thin and soft just like the cats’ fur.
A small smile formed my lips. I stared at him fondly while still playing on his arm-hairs.
“You're so fluffy and soft I want to keep you at home. But you are the one who's keeping me here in your home.” I wanted to giggle, but stopped myself in time. I am working for him and this is just so wrong. I need to be professional.
'Nah... just this one time.' I wanted to scream at my inner self.
My naughty hands travelled up to his hair. It was soft and silky. His curly hair is long, almost covering his nape.
“You have soft hair, too. And nice eyebrows. And your eyes… you got nice pair of soft brown eyes. They are so brown that sometimes, they look almost gold when we are outside in the sun."
My hands softly caressed the bridge of his nose, then to his cheeks. I smiled when he softly stirred and moaned sleepily, just like a real purring cat.
I straightened my back as I was afraid he would wake up now. But thank heavens he was still asleep. I continued my assault on him. My fingers found his plump lips, and playfully touched his small mole on his upper lip.
That was when he decided to wake up on me.
My eyes widened and I gasped aloud when he suddenly opened his eyes and stared right back at me. His eyes were not angry nor happy. He just stared at me with... Am I crazy for thinking he is looking at me like a hungry cat?
I wanted to runaway from him as fast as I could but this man is faster.
In one second, I'm pinned on the wall, his whole body imprisoning me, towering above me.
Now I know how it feels like to be a mouse trapped by a hunting cat. I've got nowhere to escape.
"What... do you think you were doing to me?
"I... I..." Very nice. I couldn't even find my own voice. Now I'm too scared to even breathe.
"Cat got your tongue, eh?" He snickered, emphasizing the word cat. He lowered his head to me. My eyes widened evenmore and suddenly shut tight. Oh my holy heavens! This man is aiming for my mouth! Is he gonna kiss me? Like for real?
I wanted to slap my face. Why am I getting hopeful and excited for his kiss when I should be escaping and running away from him?
But the kiss didn't happen. Instead, I felt his warm breath on my neck, next to my ear. Now I've got goosebumps all over my body.
"Next time you attack me on my sleep, I'm gonna eat you like a hungry cat. Understood?"
"Y-Yes..." I murmured. My knees felt jelly.
"Good girl. Now, give me my meds."
'Ahhhh... I'm in major trouble here.'
