Rhea POV:
When morning rolled around, sunlight stabbed through the curtains and straight into my poor, guilty eyes. I was in bed. Naked. With Mr. Cortez.
Yes I was naked in a bed that wasn't mine, and Mr. Cortez was sleeping like a contented beast beside me. My back felt like it belonged to someone twice my age, my limbs were jelly, and my head hummed with the kind of regret you save for bad decisions and stronger drinks.
My entire body ached like I'd gone a few rounds with a gym instructor from hell, and my limbs felt like overcooked noodles. Last night had happened. Somehow, the man I'd sworn to humiliate had managed to turn every ridiculous daydream I'd ever had about powerful CEOs into… well, reality.
Whatever he drank had left him unlocked and insatiable all night, until exhaustion finally hauled us both under in the wee hours. Stupid? Absolutely. Blame my stubborn, whispering subconscious — this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it had insisted.
