C3 Sleeping with stranger

I wake up the next morning with a real headache, my body feeling dry and achy. I’m naked, covered only by a sheet. I look around the room, trying to remember how I got here.

I remember the bartender and then frown, wondering who the bartender is.

I don’t know his name. We didn’t use condoms and I’m not on birth control. He could have given me an std or gotten me pregnant. I stand up, looking around for him. The bathroom door opens and he steps out, rubbing his face.

His hair is wet and he’s still naked, his body even more delicious in the morning light. I try to ignore that and then clear my throat to get his attention.

“Oh, good morning,” he smiles.

“Morning,” I smile back. “I need a ride to the airport. I need to get a flight back home.”

“Oh,” he frowns. “We don’t have to be apart right away. You could stay for a few more days.”

“I wish I could, but I have work,” I say softly. “I have a job I have to get back to.” He nods slowly and then smiles.

“Do you want to stay friends? You can text me. We can hang out again sometime.” He looks at me hopefully and then holds out his phone.

“Uh,” I say hesitantly. “I don’t think that would work. My phone is in my hotel room and I’m going home today.”

“Oh, okay. You can give me your number when we get there.” He says, smiling happily.

I nod slowly and then gather my clothes. He pulls on a pair of pants and then walks me down to the lobby. He checks me out and then leads me to his car. It’s a big white car, the inside just as nice.

“I’ll have to give you my number when I get home,” I say, buckling my seatbelt. He nods, his eyebrows furrowing.

“That’s okay,” he agrees. We ride in silence to the airport, my mind wandering to what happened last night. I remember bits and pieces of it but some is fuzzy. We reach the airport and then he pulls over, turning to me.

“I had a great time,” he murmurs softly. “I hope to see you again.” He leans over and kisses me lightly. I nod and smile, feeling a little shy.

“I hope so too,” I say softly.

He smiles again and then waves goodbye. I watch him drive away and then turn around, walking into the airport.

I go through security and then sit down to wait for my plane. I sleep fitfully and then stand up when my flight is called. I board and then fall asleep on the plane, my body still a little sore from last night.

I reach the airport and take an taxi home, my body tired. I have to be at work in the morning so I strip and crawl into bed.

I fall asleep quickly but wake up the next morning at 5, feeling refreshed. I get out of bed and start my coffee maker, walking to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. I’m eating a bowl of cereals when my phone starts ringing, Daxton’s name popping up.

I ignore it and go get ready for work. I get in my car and then drive to the office, feeling more energized. I park my car and then head inside, taking a seat at my desk.

I look up and see Mr. Smith, one of the top executives, staring at me from across the room. I frown but then ignore him, opening my laptop. I start working on the presentation that’s due soon, typing away.

I look up a few minutes later and see that he’s still looking at me. I frown again but ignore him once more.

He finally gets up and walks over to me, sitting down in the chair beside me.

“Can I help you?” I ask softly.

“Yes,” he says, his voice deep and stern. “There’s a new boss.”

I freeze, my body tensing. I frown and then look around, trying to see him. There are a few men I don’t know but none of them scream boss.

“Where is he?” I ask slowly. “Is he coming today?”

Mr. Smith laughs coldly. “He’s been here a week.”

I look at him, confused. “Who is it?” I ask again.

“He’s called Roman Jermaine. He owns 51% of this company, so he has the final say in all decisions.” He smiles coldly and then leans in, his voice soft.

“He’s the type of man that gets what he wants.”

I look at him for a long moment and then nod slowly. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice soft. Mr. Smith smiles again, his lips twisting.

“He’s the type that demands loyalty. The type that demands obedience.”

I frown and look at him, feeling my gut clench. “So? What do you want me to do?”

Mr. Smith looks at me, his eyes cold. “Roman is demanding that you come to his office for a meeting.”

I stare back at him, my body tensing again. Something doesn’t feel right. I look around and see that everyone is watching us.

I swallow and then nod, my body going cold. “Okay, I’m going to his office,” I say slowly.

Mr. Smith stands up and then walks around me, leading me to a door I’ve never seen before. He knocks on it and then opens it, stepping inside. I follow him, my heart pounding. I’ve never seen this part of the building. It looks older, the walls covered in old paintings.

We walk down the long hallway and then stop in front of another door. Mr. Smith pushes it open and then steps back, allowing me to step inside. The room is large and ornate, the desk in the center huge. He steps back out, shutting the door.

I walk forward slowly, my body cold. The man behind the desk looks up, his piercing green eyes meeting mine. My heart stops and then my body goes hot, desire hitting me like the real electric shock all over my body.

He’s gorgeous, his black hair perfectly styled. He looks up at me and smiles, his lips soft.