The agency assigned both you and Marco to a mission. Although you couldn’t stand Marco, you agreed to go because it was your duty. As you walked into the hotel room, you stopped in your tracks. One bed. A single, fucking bed.

You shot a glance at Marco, who smirked back. “So, who’s taking the bed? Me? You? Or both of us?” He asked, grinning down at you.

“No. Absolutely not. I’d rather sleep on a cold, hard floor than share a bed with you,” You retorted.

“Oh, that hurts,” Marco replied with mock sincerity, placing a hand over his heart. “I always thought you had a crush on me. Don’t worry, it’s not every day you get to sleep next to the great Marco. You must be thrilled,” He added with a smirk and a chuckle. Your anger simmered at his arrogance.