It was an unexpected night, the mix of light and almost imperceptible teasing, exchanged glances and words directed at each other, ended up forming an intimate night between you and your boss when the Victoria Housekeeping establishment closed its doors after a hard day of errands and special cleanings.

The aroma of herbal tea woke you up, the curtains of the guest room were still carefully closed, guarding your sleep. A slight pained grunt filled the room, Lycaon's ears twitched and soon after his crimson gaze fell on you, marking his presence with the metal heel of his boots, he was already fully dressed, showing that he had woken up long before you.

"Good morning," He began speaking, his voice was a caress to your ears. "I have prepared some tea for the discomfort of your back, my apologies for last night." Despite his collected voice, you could perceive a hint of shame and apology.

You took your seconds to remember the hard surface of his desk where it all happened.