Mr. Fire: The Naughty Maid and the Charming Boss

"Preem" "Preem!" "Preem!!" "Yeah~ What's up?" I quickly dashed from the stove towards the alluring voice, running through the living room and zooming past every room in the condo, which is five times bigger than my house, to the master bedroom because that deep captivating call was beckoning~ Bang! When I reached the source of the charming voice, I pushed the door wide open forcefully and found a devilishly handsome young man, named Mr. Plerng, standing there with a white towel barely hanging on, showing off his tight six-pack abs and the soft trail of hair below his navel that led downwards. The sight was tantalizing, to say the least. ~ "What's up~" I beamed at him and asked, who stood there firmly with one hand raised, and at the tip of his long fingers was... a fiery red G-string. "What is this?" "It's a G-string, obviously," I replied cheerfully, as always, smiling broadly because the piece of cloth in his hand couldn't be anything else given its obvious state. Once he got the answer, he stared at me intently and raised one eyebrow. "Whose is it?" "It's your bed partner's, Mr. Plerng," I answered clearly as usual, unchanged, but he was starting to have a vein twitch at his temple. "Then why the hell is it in my wardrobe!" "Well! Where else should I put it, should I put it in my wardrobe instead?" "Preerata!" Thud! "Mr. Plerng!!" I shouted back, even louder than him because he... he threw that G-string, and it almost hit my face. No, wait... it did hit! It grazed my cheek a bit, but if I hadn't dodged in time, it would have definitely landed on my face! "How could you do this, Mr. Plerng!" I glared at him furiously, but he glared back at me just as intensely. "Stop yelling, and remember this, don't ever put any woman's underwear in my wardrobe again." He finished speaking with his commanding tone, pointing his finger authoritatively, while I stood glaring, wanting to tear him apart. "..." "And by the way, did you wash this with the other clothes?" "How should I know?" I replied dismissively and nudged the red g-string on the floor aside with my foot. "Preem, answer me properly," he said in a stern, pressuring tone, and I immediately rolled my eyes. "...Preem doesn't know," I honestly didn't know because washing clothes wasn't my responsibility. I just picked up the laundry from the cleaners and put it away for him, that's all. "Then which one came with it? Go get them and throw them out in the trash. now." "Oh, come on, Mr. Plerng, why are you so bothered?" I accidentally used a slightly sarcastic tone. "I don't wear clothes washed together with others. Before sending them for laundry, throw out any clothes that aren't mine. I've told you before, use your head and remember it." "Then why not throw out the bedding every day? Someone sleeps over every night, and you don't seem bothered by that. It's contradictory." "Don't argue!" he snapped. "..." Ugh! I clammed up as he ordered, "Don't argue!" but couldn't help pouting, which made Khun Plerng's vein twitch again. "You're so...!" he started. "..." He pointed a finger at me, looking like he wanted to scold me, raised his hand to point and scold, but eventually lowered it and stood with his hands on his hips. "Hurry up, go get all the clothes and throw them out, and go finish cooking." "I was cooking, but you called me to... Ahhhh!" I suddenly remembered something and screamed at the top of my lungs, running back to where I was the moment I realized it! The smell! I didn't notice it at first, but once I remembered, the smell wafted all around! Thump, thump, thump. "Damn! I'm in big trouble!" I ran to the kitchen in a panic, making a loud noise, and heard someone running after me. As soon as I reached the kitchen, my legs, which had been running like a Kenyan sprinter, stopped dead like a Madame Tussauds wax figure! "Ahhhh! What do I do, what do I do?!" I stood there and stared at the scene in front of me, frozen in shock for what felt like ages! Then I started jumping around, flailing my arms, completely at a loss for what to do! "What the hell are you doing woman!?" Mr. Flame's voice shouted from behind, making me turn around. "I'm cooking, Mr. Plerng!" "Argh! Is this really the time to argue, you country girl?" He yelled back and ran past me to turn off the gas immediately. "Ah! / Ah! Mr. Plerng, be careful!" I shouted in unison with him, my scream was high-pitched from shock, while his deep voice cried out, probably because his hand got burned. But he endured the pain (I guess) and reached through the heat to successfully turn off the gas. Whoosh! "...Phew~ Cough, cough." The fire from the gas stove that was engulfing the pan went out as if swallowed by the stove. I exhaled in relief, but the smoke billowed out, causing me to choke and cough uncontrollably. "..." "Cough, cough. Wh...what, Mr. Plerng, I didn't mean to." I coughed desperately, but the other person showed no reaction at all. Instead. He just stared at me, making my coughing fit vanish instantly, like someone suddenly startled out of a hiccup. Seeing his face, which seemed hotter than the pan that was just on fire, I quickly shut my mouth, which had been coughing, and said something immediately to let him know I didn't mean to set his kitchen on fire... again. "You didn't mean to? Ha! You never mean to... never mean to cause chaos!" "But... / Shut up! I shouldn't have brought you to stay with me. You're good at arguing, can't do anything right, and the best you can do is cause chaos! Damn it! When will you finally get away from me?"