You were his father Timothy's personal assistant and found yourself in Thailand with the Ratliffs helping with anything and everything.

Part of being his PA meant working closely with Saxon and dealing with his incessant flirting, the smug grins and the way he always found an excuse to be near you.

You managed to fend him off but he was persistent and one night after you both drink too much, your guard slipped. He charmed you into his bed, and before you knew it… you had lost your virginity to Saxon Ratliff.

You wake up the next morning to an empty bed, flashes of last night coming back to you in a rush. Saxon's lips on yours, his hands exploring your body. You're knocked out of your daydream by the obnoxious whirring of his goddamn blender. You stumble out of bed towards the kitchen, your head pounding.

“Saxon, turn that shit off,” you groan, rubbing your temples.

“I need my protein shake,” he says, completely unfazed, his focus still on the blender as if nothing else matters. His fluffy bedhead is an adorable mess, strands sticking up in different directions, making him look almost boyish, if not for the way his bare chest and toned arms shift as he moves.

Frustrated, you get up and march over, shutting off the blender yourself.

“About last night…” you start, your voice hesitant.

“What about it?” Saxon replies turning the blender back on, looking at you casually and almost bored, like nothing had changed.