Chapter:7

**Taylor's POV**

I wake up to a pounding in my head and an unfamiliar ceiling above me. I groan as I sit up in the large, really comfortable bed.

*Where the hell am I?*

Where the hell are my clothes?

I tightly shut my eyes in regret before slowly getting off the bed and searching for my dress. Finding it near the fireplace, I put it on and adjust it a little.

*I really need to pee.

I look around the room and see two other doors besides the open bedroom door. I walk towards them and pull them open. The first one is a huge walk in closet so I close it.

The second door reveals a beautiful white marble bathroom. There is a huge glass shower, a jacuzzi like bathtub and a posh looking toilet. A large mirror and a marble counter with a sink right across from the door.

This bathroom is probably bigger than my freaking apartment. I gently close the door and rush over to the toilet before sitting down and doing my business.

I finish and walk to the sink to wash my face. My make-up is probably smudged. I finish up and snoop around for mouthwash before rinsing my mouth when I find some.

I walk out of the bathroom and look for my shoes. I don't find them anywhere and sit on the bed with a huff. *Where am I?

I try to remember what happened last night but nothing after my conversation with Natalie comes back to me.

My purse and my phone are also nowhere to be found and I'm super annoyed. I just want to go home, take a shower and get into some fresh clothes.

I decide to snoop around in the huge walk in closet only to find men's clothing. The light scent of a familiar manly cologne hits me and I can't help but smile.

It quickly drops as I realise who smells like that and I rush out if the closet back to the bed.

I sit there being mad at myself before deciding to leave the room.

*Did I sleep with my boss?

I move my thighs a little and breathe a breath of relief when I don't feel any discomfort down there.

I won't know where I am if I just sit and do nothing the whole time. I quietly walk out of the room and down the hall before looking around.

The hall stretches 20 feet ahead with three doors on the left side and a corridor on the right. I go right and I walk into an open plan kitchen and livingroom. The place is huge and beautifully decorated. There is a slight masculine touch to it.

By masculine touch, I mean the insane amount of video games stacked against the wall in a neat manner and the large TV that is showing the news channel.

"I see that you've woken up." I hear the familiar deep voice speak from my left. I whip around to see Dimitri standing behind the counter shirtless, with a cup of coffee in his hand.

*Did I mention that he is shirtless?

Wait what the hell am I even doing at his house?!

He takes a sip from his drink before licking his plump lips.

My God, that V-line. And those very toned abs. And that smooth looking chest.

*Sweet baby Jasper

I feel myself heat up in the area down south and I clear my throat. "Good morning." I whisper to him but I am screaming on the inside.

"Good morning, Taylor." He says with a smirk, his silky voice sounding like butter.

My cheeks flame with embarrassment at the fact that I probably look like a hobo stripper while he looks perfect in the mornings.

"Did we...?" I ask and he chuckles before shaking his head. "No. We didn't. You took your dress off saying that you were hot." He explains and I feel dumb for assuming that we slept together. You can't really blame me since my goal was to go back home with somebody. Thank God nothing happened.

Plus, I probably wouldn't be able to walk if we actually did sleep together. He looks like one of those dominant beast men in bed.

Suddenly my eyes travel down to the front of his pants and I see a print. *A very large one at that.

Yep, definitely wouldn't be able to walk.

"Uhm. Have you seen my shoes and purse anywhere?" I ask trying to avoid the . "Right over there." He says pointing to the seat near the fireplace. My purse is on it with Kelsey's six inch stripper heels next to it. Why did I think these death traps would be good to wear? They're cute but no.

I sit down and immediately pull my phone from my small purse only to find it dead. "Dammit." I mutter to myself. "Everything okay?" He asks sitting down and grabbing the controller. "No. My phone's dead and I need to call a cab." I say trying to get it to switch on.

"I'll arrange for my driver to take you home." He says and I look at him before giving him a small nod.

He grabs his phone and speaks to his driver before hanging up and walking over to me.

"He's going to be a while, would you like some breakfast?" He asks politely extending his hand for me to take.

"I'll just have some coffee. Thank you." I say as he helps me up.

I uncomfortably adjust my dress and walk over the the breakfast bar with him. "If you want to freshen up and change into something more comfortable, you can. I have a few smaller shirts and sweats that might fit you." He offers and I blush at the thought of wearing his clothes.

I sip on my hot cup of coffee to hide my blush. 

*Stop acting like such a prude, Taylor.

"Oh no. That's okay." I say not wanting to give him too much work.

He grabs his phone again while giving me a small smirk. "Ada, could you please leave a pair of my smaller sweatpants and a shirt on my bed? Thank you." He speaks briefly before hanging up.

"You didn't have to do that, sir." I say as my cheeks flush. "Sir?" He asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"You're my boss, Mr. Alfonso." I tell him and he walks closer to me. I can feel the heat coming off of his broad chest from how close he is to me. He takes the cup from my hands and places it on the counter.

"What are you doing, sir?" I ask not making eye. He slowly backs me up against the cabinets before moving my hair behind my ear.

"We shouldn't be doing this. It's highly unprofessional." I say as my heart beats fast and my lower regions beat even faster.

This man is too sexy for me to not feel something down there.

His huge hand moves under my chin making me look up at him. "Unprofessional?" He asks with a small smile.

I give a small nod and he chuckles.

"Well so is sitting on my face but you did that anyway."