MARTHA'S POV:
"What do you want, sir?" I asked when I pulled the door open and I saw my boss standing there. His hands held a package meal for me.
"I ordered this from the restaurant for you," he said, extending the yellow package to me.
My hands firmly wrapped my towel around my chest as an awkward atmosphere hung in the air.
"Thank you, sir," I said, to which Mr. Weston nodded, smiled, and said, "I guess you know your way around the house. The kitchen is on the right side in case you need anything. Also, the fridge. It's stocked with fruits, and if you care to have any of them."
"Alright, sir. I will check them out later. The food is enough. Good night." I stepped back into the room as I saw Mr. Weston's gaze lingering on my chest.
I quickly shut the door, breathing heavily as I fe
