"Augh!" I grumble, shifting around in the warm sheets.

I'm warm. Too warm. It's rather uncomfortable, to be honest. I roll over and face the other way, the sunlight blinding my sensitive morning eyes. I let out a huff of air, shifting some more, causing the sheets to rustle softly in protest.

"Mmmuh," I wiggle, trying to bury my head in the incredibly comfy pillow, wanting the sun to stop blaring in my eyes.

The bright light is not helping my pounding head. I don't remember what happened yesterday. At all. Actually, I don't even remember coning home at all, or having windows that let in this much sunlight.

"Shit!" I whisper shout, bolting upright, with a gasp.

Darting my eyes around, I take in the unfamiliar room. Damn, this isn't my cramped apartment. The place is spacious and clean. Too clean to be my living quarters, mine looks like a bomb hit it most of the time.

Oh crap.

Glancing around, I take in the open curtains and the lush carpeting. It all looks very elegant and rich. Not like mine at all. The furniture are all pale woods and metals, even the wall is white. No wonder it's so bright in here, the sunlight just reflects off all the light colours.

Sitting up further, I climb onto my knees, the sheet falling from my body, revealing my nakedness. With a squeal, I gather the material and bunch it around my waist, trying to maintain some modesty.

Breathing heavily, I gaze next to me with wide, curious eyes. I freeze, shocked. Next to me is a sleeping person. A naked person. A male person.

Shit! What did I do last night?

Sleeping beside me, a beautiful man lies, his breathing soft and muffled by his pillow. Dark eyebrows furrowed in sleep, slightly hidden by dark locks falling across his forehead. Dark, luscious eyelashes mix with his fallen hair, matching his dark stubble coated jaw. I wish I knew his eye colour. I bet they would be beautiful. My eyes flick to his soft pink lips, parted from breathing as they lay beneath a tall nose.

He is quite gorgeous, but I think the question is; Who the hell is he?

How did I end up, waking in a strange room next to a gorgeous stranger. Everything about this situation is strange. This is not like me. At all.

And I can't remember anything.

A buzzing noise sounds through the room, faint but audible to my sensitive morning ears. Seeing my phone laying on top of a pile of familiar clothes, I scramble out of bed. I grab the clothes and my phone, checking the caller ID, I recognise my bosses name flashing across the screen.

Shit.

Accepting the call, I brace myself for the onslaught of my boss's rage and hastily, albeit awkwardly, slip on my red dress and stilettos. Let me just say, dressing while talking to an angry boss can be disastrous. I nearly fell over a few times as my boss deafened my ear.

Probably won't be able to hear anything out of my ear for the next week. If I'm lucky.

"Yes sir. Sorry sir. I understand sir," I say trying to placate my barely coherent boss.

"Get back here soon, MacArthur or you'll be spending the day packing up your stuff!" Perry Jackman, a.k.a. my boss concludes his rant and hangs up.

My poor ear.

I search the bedroom for any more of my belongings, finding none, I rush to the elevator, wanting to leave before the man wakes up. Pressing the button, I cringe as a loud ding rings out across the silent penthouse apartment. Once the doors are open, I scurry in, desperate to leave the unfamiliar environment.

Just as the doors are closing, a disheveled man saunters into view, stretching sleepily. I freeze, forest green eyes linking with my own hazel green eyes. He stares at me, a faint blush dusting my cheeks as the doors finally close shut.

As soon as the box starts to descend, I sag, my whole body slumping against the elevator wall.

"Damn," thunk, "Damn," thunk, "Damn," thunk.

I hit my head against the mirror behind me as I whisper my words of regret. Well, word.

I straighten up when the lift comes to a halt and a ding resonates through the small space. I practically run out the doors before they have even fully opened. Well, as much as one can run in six inch stiletto heels.

People openly stare as I scramble passed the receptionist's desk, though I pay no mind. My only goal is to leave this place as quickly as humanly possible and get to work before my boss slaughters me. Literally. That man is mean.

Bursting through the revolving doors, mercifully not tripping, I hastily hail for a cab. Breathing heavily, I climb into the waiting cab and direct the driver to my small apartment block, once the car sidles up to the curb.

After a ten minute drive, we arrive at my neat apartment block. The area considerably nicer than most parts in downtown New York. I pay the amount and tip the driver, before stepping out onto the bustling sidewalks. It's nearly ten in the morning so it's not unusual for the amount of pedestrians on the sidewalk outside my apartment complex.

The perks of living in downtown New York; the shops are closer and you never have to go far to find a decent coffee shop or cafe. The con's; perpetual noise of sirens, clubs, traffic, etc and the busy crowds. Can't always have everything you want, can you.

Though I can't really complain, the apartment is decent and bigger than the other apartments in my building. Taking up half of the top floor, I share the apartment with my best friend, Karla Bridgets.

I rush into the building and ride the elevator to the fifth and final floor. Glad to be home and able to interrogate my best friend. She was supposed to look after me last night when we went to that stupid club. I should have known better. She probably got so smashed herself and ended up either taking a man home or went back with one.

I storm down the short corridor, once the doors open, as fast as possible in my stupid shoes. Okay heels aren't stupid. They're so pretty, but seriously not helping my rampage for answers.

Once I've managed to wrestle my key into the door and slam it open, I stomp into the foyer, hands on hips.

"Karla Bridgets! Get your ass in here right now young lady and explain to me why I woke up in some hot stranger's bed!" I yell into the apartment.

There's a moment of silence before a sheepish Karla sticks her head around the kitchen door, a shy smile curving her lips. I give her my best scowl, before stomping over to her.

Karla Bridgets, you better pray that you had nothing to do with this!

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