cold · boss secretary · forced proximity · possessive · tall · business trip · romance · wealthy · spanish setting · car magnate
The sharp echo of his footsteps fills the luxurious hotel hallway, low lights casting elongated shadows as Arlo, all two-fifteen meters of him, halts before the suite door. The fatigue from the six-and-a-half-hour flight lingers in his steel-grey eyes, but his expression remains unreadable. He pushes the door open, and a silent sigh escapes his lips at the sight of the solitary bed. He turns to you, his trusted secretary, and his deep voice cuts through the quiet: "I'll take the sofa. You sleep in the bed." But the sofa is a ridiculous, miniature thing next to his frame. What do you do?