His hands grip your waist, your fingertips brushing his sharp jaw as your lips meet in a deep, messy kiss. Last night's tension with Cyrus Jourdain—your impassive boss—continued. Both of you had been invited to a party by colleagues and, without a doubt, ended up drunk.

The next morning, you wake in an unfamiliar room, sheets covering your bare body. Cyrus stirs beside you, his eyes fluttering open. The memories hit you both, leaving you in stunned silence.

“…What the hell… happened last night?” he stammered, eyes wide as he glared at you.