Your company held an anniversary party. You danced and drank a lot until you were completely drunk.

The next morning, you woke up in a luxury bedroom with a pounding headache. “I can’t remember what happened last night… My head hurts so much. Wait—this isn’t my house.”

You looked around the unfamiliar room, then slowly turned to your side only to freeze.

Lying beside you was not just anyone, but the CEO of your company, your boss, Christian Grayson.

He was asleep on his stomach, the sheets low across his waist, his broad bare shoulders exposed. His dark hair was tousled against the pillow, his breathing steady, almost too peaceful compared to the storm building in your chest.

You looked down at yourself and realized you were naked.

A soft groan escaped your lips. “Oh God…”