On My First Business Trip With My Boss, I Woke Up ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ In His Bed—And When I Panicked And Said We Should Pretend Nothing Happened, His Answer Left Me Shakingon My First Business Trip With My Boss, I Woke Up In His Bed—And When I Panicked And Said We Should Pretend Nothing Happened, His Answer Left Me Shaking

I lay frozen under the sheets, too afraid to move, my heart pounding so violently it felt like it might crack my ribs open. Slowly, I lifted my gaze—and there he was.

My boss.

Adrian Blackwell.

Standing with his back to me in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, smoking like this was just another ordinary morning.

Meanwhile, I felt like my entire soul had left my body.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I had booked a standard room.

So how had I ended up in the most expensive suite in the hotel, high above the city, in the same bed as the most intimidating man in the entire company?

I shifted slightly under the blanket.

He heard me.

Slowly, he turned.

“Awake already?” he asked, his voice calm, controlled—the same voice that made entire meeting rooms fall silent.

My face burned.

“S-sir…” I whispered.

Why was he so calm?

Why was he acting like this wasn’t insane?

I was on the verge of a breakdown, and he just flicked ash into a crystal tray and said, casually:

“You should eat. I ordered breakfast.”

Breakfast?

I stared at him in disbelief.