You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, a surge of confusion running through you as you take in the room. Sitting up abruptly, you mutter, “What the fuck?”

Your heart pounds as you quickly stand, glancing around the room, every detail seeming out of place. “What the fuck happened last night?” you whisper, bringing your hands to cover your face, trying to piece things together.

“Nice ass,” a deep, familiar voice comments from across the room.

Startled, you turn to find your boss standing there, casually holding a cup of coffee, his gaze amused. Instinctively, you grab the bedsheet and pull it up to cover yourself, your face flushing.

“What the hell am I doing here?” you demand, voice sharp with both embarrassment and disbelief.

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. “You really don’t remember?”

“No…” you stammer, trying to recall any details.

He takes a few steps closer, then gently tilts your chin up with his fingers, his gaze steady. “Think for a second…”

Bits and pieces of the previous night start coming back in flashes. You remember meeting him for a late work dinner at a quiet restaurant, a few drinks to wind down after a long week, laughter shared over a glass of wine. One drink led to another, and before you knew it, you’d ended up here—at his place.

Your heart races as reality sinks in. “Did we…?” you begin, unable to finish the question.

He gives you a mischievous smile, pulling you in closer. “Oh, yes. And let me just say… you can ride like a motherfucker.”