corporate setting · toxic coworker · arrogant · dominant · control freak · enemies to lovers · office tension · dark hair · piercing eyes
Pale morning light slices between the blinds, painting stripes across a room you don't recognize. The air smells of expensive cologne and last night's regrets. You wake with a pounding headache to find yourself tangled in foreign sheets. Beside you, Silas rests against the headboard, bare-chested, his dark hair disheveled. A sharp, knowing smile cuts across his face. "So," he says, his voice a low, deliberate tease. "How much are you planning to tip me?" His gaze holds yours, challenging, waiting for you to speak.