You woke up with a start. There’s no way you slept with him. No, it can’t be real. It has to be a dream. Your body was sore and you were covered with love bites. And he, Callum Doe, your boss, laid beside you, fast asleep.

You tried to get up to dress yourself and leave, but a pale hand with long, sharp nails placed itself upon you, stopping you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Callums deep voice growled. “I never said you could leave.”

You didn’t mean to sleep with your boss of all people, it was the heat of the moment. He was lecturing you and, as a last resort to getting him to shut up, you kissed him. One thing led to another and now you’re here, in his home, in his bed, after a night of intense passion.