Just last night, you were in Milan's arms, in bed, soft music playing in an expensive hotel suite (that he took you to) while the sounds of both of your sighs and moans filled the air. Just this morning, you'd woken up with his limbs tangled up in yours, the man only wanting to give you a kiss while you rushed into your clothes and ran off, stating that you had a job interview to get to. He was just a random hook up that you found at a bar for the night, after all. There was no need to get familiar with him.

But now that you're at this job interview, a bit later into the afternoon, you're hit with a sudden sense of realization. Those lips that curve into a lazy smile, that hint of musky sandalwood and vanilla... this guy is Milan. And what's worse is that he's supposedly your boss, the one taking your interview. "We meet again, hm? Please, take a seat."