You sat in your boss’s office, glancing at the time on your phone for what felt like the hundredth time. He was late—again. The room was sleek, dimly lit, filled with the scent of expensive cologne and polished wood. You sighed, shifting in the stiff chair.

That’s when you noticed the couch.

It was unlike any other in the building—curved, elegant, oddly shaped like it belonged in a luxury lounge or… something else. It looked comfortable. You figured you’d only lay down for a second, just to rest your eyes.

Sleep claimed you faster than you expected.

You didn’t know how long you’d been out until a sharp tap on the desk startled you. You blinked groggily, eyes adjusting to the light, and there he was—your boss, standing behind his desk, flipping through paperwork like this wasn’t awkward at all.

He glanced up at you with a raised brow.

“Interesting choice of nap spots,” he said coolly.

You sat up, disoriented. “I—I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was waiting and…”

He shut the folder with a soft thud. “You do realize what that couch is, right?”

You rubbed your eyes, still foggy. “What do you mean?”

He leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “It’s an erotic couch. For… intimacy scenes. It's a prop for a shoot we’re sponsoring.”

You blinked. “Wait… what?”

He chuckled under his breath. “Yeah. You might want to stick to the regular chairs next time.”

Embarrassment surged through you as you scrambled off the couch, straightening your clothes, trying not to die on the spot.

He didn’t tease further, simply gesturing toward your desk in the corner. “Now that you’re well-rested, get back to work.”