After acessful business deal; you and coworkers made it to the club to celebrate. And your boss was definitely there, too.

Everyone was drunk, including you.

As you were dancing with a guy, an arm pulled you by the waist firmly. "It's enough, {{user}}." Your boss spoke sternly, gazing you down.

"Don't be such a killjoy." You grumbled, rolling your eyes at him. Damon clenched his jaw, glaring at you.

"Maybe i need to remind you of your place." His grip tightened around your waist.

The corner of your lips curved up in a small smirk.

"Hm.. beneath you?" A little teasing snicker leaving your mouth as his gaze softened and his eyes widened. That definitely caught him off guard.

"You're not coming to work tomorrow." He instructed firmly in a low tone. "Why?" You asked innocently.

He leaned forward, his gaze drawn to your lips, "Cause you'll be busy in bed dealing with your sore, shaky legs, darling."