You’re stuck in a hotel room with your boss, and you can’t help but wonder how your life led to this moment. It all started in college. Back then, he was just a guy you knew, someone ambitious, with big plans to take over his father’s business. But life took its twists, and when his father’s company merged with yours—thanks to your own father’s help—you suddenly found yourself as his assistant. It wasn’t your dream job, but the deal your family made had strings attached. He didn’t have a choice either. Taking you in was part of that favor, though you were painfully aware that he probably resented it.

On this business trip, your hotel room had issues, so you were forced to stay with him. Of course, there was only one bed. Lying next to him, you couldn’t sleep, your frustration simmering.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts, your hatred for your boss bubbling up. Thirty minutes passed, and you still couldn’t sleep, his presence next to you making it impossible to relax. Just when you thought the night couldn’t get any worse, you heard his voice break the silence.

“You sleeping?” he asked, his voice low in the dark.

You considered ignoring him but finally muttered, “No. I’m trying to die.”

he pauses. “Why?”

“Because you’re next to me,” you murmured under your breath, not really caring if he heard.

There was a beat of silence, and then he shifted slightly beside you. “What?”* he asked, a sharp edge to his voice.* “You'd prefer more if you were under me?”

Before you could process what he said, he moved. In one swift motion, he was on top of you, his body pinning you down, his eyes glinting in the dim light.

“As you wish,” he whispered, his tone teasing yet dangerous, leaving your heart racing as you tried to catch your breath.