My Rental Boyfriend Is My Boss?! - Chapter 29

Chapter 29. How’d It Go?

Perhaps it was just the right time of day, but there were no other guests in the bathhouse, even though it was a busy season.

After sinking her body into the milky white water, Michiru finally let out a long sigh. She let out a long sigh as she sank.

As Michiru closed her eyes, she naturally recalled the day’s events.

‘Did I do well today?’

Aside from the first case, Michiru thought the rest of the interview went well. She had received the materials and instructions by email, so Michiru was sure she could ask what she wanted to ask. In the end, Michiru was able to ask a lot of questions about the first case, and she didn’t think Morishita would be angry with her later. Since the chief editor, Kamijemori, was standing next to her, it was unlikely to be a disaster.

‘By the way, I couldn’t find the memo for the first interview after all. I guess I forgot to bring it with me.’

When Michiru took out her luggage from the coin locker, she checked, but she couldn’t find the missing document. Maybe she forgot to bring it with her originally.

When Michiru told this to Kamijemori, he didn’t seem to mind and told her that it was a good thing in the end.

‘Minoru… I wonder if you’ve changed your mind a bit.’

Michiru wondered if she was glad that he had entrusted her with this business trip, even if just a little.

She gazed at her warmed hands. Whenever the two of them went out together, Michiru always had a large hand in hers. But today, for the first time, they walked without holding hands. It’s natural, but Michiru was sure she was crazy for feeling uncomfortable with that naturalness.

Even when Michiru held her own hand, the feeling was completely different from holding hands with Kamijemori. The size, the feel, the strength of the grip. Thinking about it made her feel somewhat empty, so Michiru dunked her hands in the hot water.

There’s a party they decided to go to in a week or so, in a drunken stupor. Michiru thought they had practiced being lovers for that day, but now the thought of the party made her depressed.

It’s not because Kato and Nakamura are there. Of course, the thought of them finding out about her true relationship with Kamijemori scares me, but more than that.

‘When the party’s over, there will be no reason to rent him.’

For Kamijemori, the dates he’s been on were also work. Of course, if she made an appointment, she could go on a date after the party. But for Michiru, there was no reason anymore. There was no reason to hire Kamijemori as a rental boyfriend. Thinking about it, Michiru’s heart became as heavy as lead.

‘I wish the day of the party never came.’

When the day was over, would she have to deal with the same iron-masked Kamijemori again? Will she no longer be able to see his troubled smile, his drunkenly enthusiastic talk until morning, his lopsided smile, or his shy face as he averts his gaze?

“What a waste.”

Michiru wondered if the man who had said he wanted to change would try to do so by going on another date with another woman after his date with Michiru was over. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach when she thought about it.

‘Then there’s…’

He didn’t have to change. Michiru was sure she was just a bad subordinate for thinking that way.

“I’m sorry…”

The apology spontaneously spilled out, unheard and lost in the steam.

Michiru was preoccupied thinking about this and that, and she must have soaked in too much water, because when Michiru came back to the room, she found Kamijemori was not there. Instead, the table was pushed to the edge, and two sets of futons were laid out close together.

‘Oh my god… if he sees it like this, he’s going to say he’s going to look for a hotel again…!’

Michiru hurriedly pulled the futons apart, and then put them back together a bit, thinking that she had pulled them apart too much. Soon, Kamijemori came back, dressed in the same yukata as Michiru, with his hair wet.

Michiru’s eyes were glued to his figure.

His bangs, which were usually swept back, were down, making his face look a little younger than usual. The manly body was so sturdy that she could see it even through the yukata. His muscles were well defined and sculpted, and he had the perfect beauty of a Western statue; it was far from Japanese.

“Did you see it?”

Stunned and in a daze, Michiru did not immediately understand what Kamijemori had asked.

“Huh?”

He tilted his head as he wiped his hair messily with the towel around his neck. He tilted his head as he wiped his hair messily with the towel around his neck, his neck and ears slightly reddish from the long bath.

“You were talking about the lion figurine earlier, right?”

“Oh, I forgot about that…”

Michiru was the one who said it, but she was thinking about so many things while soaking in the bathtub that she didn’t even think about the ornament.

Now, Michiru was nervous about spending the night in the same room with her boss, who was looking fiercely sexy after the bath. His drunken appearance just the other day was quite a shock, but the vibe he wore was completely different.

‘Like cute or sexy… No, I can’t choose between the two! I shouldn’t even have the right to choose!’

Even after all this time, Michiru was still thinking about looking for a hotel. She didn’t know if her heart could take it, sharing a room with a man like this.

“How was it? How was your first interview?”

Kamijemori, oblivious to Michiru’s nervousness, sat down by the table that had been moved to the edge of the room.

When he sat down, the hem of his yukata opened up, making Michiru feel nervous as she watched. His gaze turned to Michiru, and she quickly looked away.

“What did you think?”

Michiru tried to keep her composure, worried that he would find out that she was looking at his bewitchingly open yukata. Of course, she was curious about Kamijemori’s reply.

“Me? Yeah, I guess so. If I had to guess, I’d say so-so.”

“It’s okay?”

The words remained plain, but Michiru was satisfied with the soothing tone of his voice.

Kamijemori, who had the face of a boss, was honest. When it came to his work, he spoke his mind, and if it’s not good, he’d say so. He said it was okay. Michiru was relieved to hear that it was not a bad evaluation at least.

When she saw Kamijemori going to his computer, Michiru decided that the conversation was over. Checking the flow for tomorrow, she prepared herself easily and quietly crawled into the futon on the side away from Kamijemori.

Michiru’s body was honestly tired, wanting to sleep as soon as possible against the soft, clean linen. But her mind was focused on Kamijemori typing on the keyboard in the corner of Michiru’s eye, and her eyes were glazed over.

“… Can I ask you something?”

It was at that moment that Kamijemori asked in an unusually reluctant tone.