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We stared at each other before he went to the door to open it to whoever knocked. I, on the other hand, fixed my posture, tidyed up myself. Combed my hair using my hand.

"Omyghad!" I exclaimed hysterically. My hair is still wet. It's still obvious that it's wet, and that I just took a bath. I turned to Sir Nicholas, getting more nervous to see that his hair was still wet also. It's not enough to just wipe it with a towel. We need to blow dry it to really dry it up. Right now it's obvious that we just took a bath.

Shit! They may notice that we bathed together. Whoever is knocking on the door, I hope he or she won't notice our hair. Even though he doesn't know that I had been here in Nicholas' office for a long while now, of course, he would wonder why we both had wet hair. What's that? Coincidence? That I just took a bath and he just took a bath too?

I hope the person who's knocking is not investigative, or have detective -like eyes.

"Sir." I heard Sir Nicholas politely greet the p