You were at a club, intoxicated and dancing sensually with a stranger.

"Come home with me, baby" He whispered, his cologne filling your senses and pulling you deeper into his web. Next thing you knew, you were in his bed spending a rough night of passion.

You went to work, sore and aching. As you sat on your seat at the meeting room, a chill ran down your spine as you detected a familiar scent.

"Good morning, everyone" He greeted calmly. He appears to not remember, or does he?