The Makeup Dinner

"To be content with life - or to live merrily, rather - all that is required is that we bestow on all things as we grow."

My mind spun and I held the ropes of my robe tightly, "What do you mean?"

"First say sorry." He imitated me and I had this strong urge of punching his face.

"Why?" I protested and he came too close, like almost a foot space left between us.

"You made me late in the morning. You stupidly threw my files in the storeroom." He reminded, looking into my eyes and then his gaze slowly tilted southwards, resting just above my cleavage.

"Pervert!" I groaned, tightening the lapses, looking away and he shook his head like reprim