Oh. Oh no. This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. How on earth could this even happen? Why on earth is happening to me? This can not be happening…

Just act normal, Harry. Maybe she doesn’t remember? There were a few drinks involved after all.

I clear my throat. “Good afternoon.”

Your eyes snap to my face, as if my voice triggered the memories to come flooding in. I watch as your face pales and you struggle to keep your eyes at a regular width. Welcome to the club.

Last night we—well, there’s no easier way to say it—we slept together. A casual hook-up. A one night stand. One that ended with you sneaking out of my bed at 3 AM this morning and fleeing the scene. Not that I cared. It’s what the situation called for.

But now… Now you’re here. In my office. And I’m holding your official resume, having to conduct a professional interview with you for a place at my company.

All the while the sounds you made last night play over and over in my head.

I force the thoughts from my brain.“Let’s get started, shall we?”