Soon enough, sounds of angry footsteps were heard leaving the comfort room. Sam pulled back from their close embrace but made sure to anchor Zary just in case she wobbles and falls down.

“She’s gone,” he said after listening closely to whether there were any more sounds coming from the next cubicle.

Zary was still a little disoriented from the intense make out session they just had. She could not explain what she was feeling right now but she forced herself to regain her composure.

Clearing her throat, she spoke. “I can stand now. Thanks.” she turned from him to hide her face that she knew was still beet red. “W-wait for me outside.” Sam only smiled and nodded at her. Then he turned around and headed out.

Once Sam shut the door behind him, Zary looked at herself in the mirror and a disbelieving smile curved on her lips. Oh my god… she shook her head. What had just happened? Did they just do all that in this cramped space?

She could still feel the heat of his fingers as he touched her there. All the actions that were done by Sam was still imprinted in her mind and everything was still lingering on her skin…

Once she calmed herself, she finally stepped out of the comfort room. Sam, who kept his promise, was standing right outside and had quickly offered her his hand. As they walked back to the café, they bumped into Arriane who was in a rush to leave.

“Leaving already?” Zary asked her coolly, raising a brow. Her smile a little smug.

Arriane’s eyes fell on Zary’s neck. Her not so discreet gaze went to that reddish thing that was obviously a kiss mark – a hickey. Zary was sure that Arriane would have known that mark was being put there by Sam.

Still, the vixen brazenly eyed Sam from his head down to his… suddenly, Arrianne’s eyes almost bulged out from their sockets.

Curious, Zary followed her line of sight and her face burned red at the sight of a bulge over his groin.

What?! Why was his… oh freaking damn!

As swift as a cat, Zary stepped in front of Sam and blocked Arriane’s roving gaze. She pressed herself back against Sam to hide that scandalous view. Her heart was thumping wildly.

But the embarrassment Zary felt was nothing compared to the satisfaction she gained at the sight of Arriane’s expression right now.

“Well… yes… I’m, leaving. See you, Zarina.” Arriane bit on her lip hard as she forced a smile before hastily beating a retreat.

‘Not if I can help it, you little b*tch. No way do I want to see you again.’ Zary thought to herself and found herself smiling smugly at Arriane’s disappearing figure. “That was one satisfying expression of her face, good for you… haha…” her smile remained wide on her face until Sam touched her shoulders, bent forward and whispered into her ears.

“Are we going to go back inside?” he asked. Now Zary’s happy bubbles popped as she remembered the current issue they were faced with right now. And it was… Sam’s boner!

Darn it! What was she going to do with this now? Oh god!

The very first thing she did was to drag him into a quieter corner, making sure she was blocking him well.

“Look here, Sam…” she was forcing a smile as she pulled his head down a little to her level to whisper.

“You really can’t do anything about your… uhm… boner?”

He tilted his head. Then he looked down and said, “Ah… sorry, but I can’t do anything about it.” His expression remained straight and nonchalant. As if there was nothing wrong at all with him sporting such a boner out in public.

“Oh my god, seriously?! I just want to smack your creator for this! Didn’t they ever think of how troublesome this would be in public?” she hissed, not knowing how to deal with this.

Sam kept his eyes glued on her. Then he suddenly bent lower until his lips were just beside her ear and whispered. “As my master, you’re the only one who could solve this problem.” He generously offered to remind her of this point.

Blinking, Zary lifted her gaze to him. “H-how? Wait… don’t tell me…”

When his gaze that was holding hers remained serious, Zary’s jaw dropped. Then she felt a blush suffusing her entire face.

Her eyes wandered around before clearing her throat a little nervously. She felt as though high-pressured steam was about to blow out from her head.

“Here… Hold onto this.” She passed him her bag and then took her jacket off.

After wrapping and tying the jacket artfully around his waist, she breathed out in relief as she looked at him. “From now on, you must bring a jacket every time we go out.” she told him sternly and Sam could only nod. He looked down at himself and noticed that Zary had arranged such that the jacket was tied a little towards the side where the side flaps would be able to cover up his boner from being seen when walking about in public.

…

Zary was in a great mood as she drove back to her apartment when she received a call.

She raised a brow after taking a glance at the new number. She ignored it as she was driving, but the caller persisted. After many long rings and missed calls, Zary decided that it must be an urgent matter for the caller to persist in trying to get through to her. Therefore, she pulled the car over to the side and answered it.

To her shocked surprise, it was the woman, the customer service officer that she had talked with about Sam.

The blissful mood on her face was slowly erased the moment she heard what the woman said. She heard the feminine voice apologising to her and informing her that they intend to recall Sam back because he was apparently a factory defect.

Zarina: “!!!”