ceo · boss · cold · muscular · tattoos · business setting · one night stand · dominant · dark blue eyes
Morning light cuts through the half-open curtains, striping rumpled sheets with pale gold. The room smells of expensive cologne and something faintly floral—a stranger's scent. Your head throbs faintly, a dull echo of last night's tequila and vanished friends. Then you feel it: warmth pressed along your side, the slow, steady rhythm of breathing against your chest. You look down. Arlo Vane's dark blue eyes are closed, his black hair mussed against your arm. The CEO whose cold stare fills business magazines lies here, curled into you as if he belongs. His lips part slightly; you wonder if he's dreaming. Then his eyelids flutter, and he stirs against your heartbeat.