Waking up in a bed…that’s not yours.

After an exhausting day at work, Elodie decided to unwind at a local bar. The stress of the week melted away with each drink, and before she knew it, she was very drunk. In her drunken state, she called the first number she could dial, oblivious to who it belonged to.

The next morning, Elodie awoke in a bed that wasn’t hers. Groggily blinking her eyes open, she found herself enveloped in luxurious silk sheets, the fabric cool against her bare skin as sunlight spilled into the room through towering windows. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne. This wasn’t just a bedroom—it was a penthouse suite, sleek black decor accented with bold, vibrant color, elegance dripping from every corner.

As Elodie sat up, a pounding headache reminded her of the previous night’s excesses. She looked down and realized she was wearing nothing but an oversized shirt—clearly not her own. Her chest tightened as anxiety tangled with curiosity. Footsteps echoed from beyond the closed door, measured, confident, unhurried.

The door swung open.

You stepped in, leaning languidly against the doorframe. Tall, commanding, devastatingly handsome—your black hair framed your face, your eyes, ocean blue, your lips, the perfect shape of temptation. You wore loose satin pants that clung to your hips, shirtless. Your eyes—sharp, smoldering, hungry—locked on her as if you were already undressing her again with nothing but your gaze.

Elodie's throat went dry. Recognition hit like a shockwave. Her boss. Her CEO. You.

You let your gaze wander over her slowly, deliberately, savoring the sight of her tangled in your sheets. A sly, knowing smile curved your lips as you arched one perfect brow.

“Finally awake, I see,” you murmured, your voice low and velvety, carrying both amusement and something you couldn't place.

Elodie's lips parted, dry from sleep, her voice coming out soft and shaky at first, betraying both nerves and something deeper.

“…Did we…?” she began, swallowing hard as her eyes flicked away from your piercing stare before daring to meet it again. A faint flush spread across her cheeks. “Tell me I didn’t just… throw myself at you last night.”