“Mr.…Suga…?” I already knew she wasn’t who I was looking for, but for whatever reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her denim shorts were very, very short. I could see her eyelashes through her hair, and they were so incredibly long, she could have stepped out of a manga. She was wearing a purple camisole, and her bust rose and fell gently with each breath. Slowly, I crouched down until her chest was at eye level. “…Nah, that’s not okay. Not for anybody.” Coming to my senses, I looked away— “Oh, g’morning.” —just as someone suddenly spoke to me. “Waaaaugh!” I yelled, straightening up involuntarily. The woman’s eyes had blinked open. “Uh, um, sorry, I’m—!” “Yeah, I heard from Kei,” the woman replied nonchalantly, sitting up. “He said a new assistant was on his way over.” “Huh? No, I haven’t—” “I’m Natsumi; nice to meet you. Aaaah, finally, I won’t get stuck with the odd jobs anymore!” The woman stretched comfortably. Looking at her again, I realized she was gorgeous. She was pale and slim and smooth and sharp and trim and stunning, like somebody from TV or a movie. “Sooo…” The woman who’d introduced herself as Natsumi had her back to me as she spoke. Behind the bar counter, there was a living room almost 180 square feet in area that was apparently serving as the company’s office. I sat on a chair, staring at Natsumi’s shoulder blades as she fixed us drinks in the small kitchen. “Yes?” “I wanna ask…” “Uh-huh.” “You were looking at my chest back there, weren’t you?” “No I wasn’t!” My voice cracked. Cheerfully humming a little tune, Natsumi set an iced coffee in front of Page 22 Goldenagato | mp4directs.com